In a way the rings could stand for such things. He'd seen far too many friends die before he was even a man, but the real for them was actual simple vanity. "Many wizards in my world use rings to help focus their magic. A full set of ten, though the metals and stones vary from person to person."

Felix casually flashed his bare hands, palms down and fingers spread slightly. Trailing tattooed vines in gold, crimson, azure, and emerald wound their way over the top of his hands and disappeared underneath the frill of his sleeves.