"Great, you're both honest workers," the mage sighs, rubbing at his temple. He'd never done an honest day's work in his life, after all, and he wasn't looking forward to it. "Well, hopefully the two of you can give me enough clues to fake it." He slid the signet ring off of his finger, tossing it to Hargoth. "Hide that somewhere on your person, will you? If they find it on me, it might just ruin the whole thing, but you could say you stole it. It's also of the same design as the rings most nobles in Sessarine have made for their coat of arms, so it'll help us identify her father's ring."