A gift

Randle looked at the hand that punched him and then to Tyreth. “No.” He said firmly. “Mages do not wear collars, and if they did I would wonder about them. Any person who has the power to alter reality with a wave of a hand is not the sort you may wish to try and put on a leash. You may find you end up wearing it.” He advised with one slender brow arched.

The half elf looked around the table, then back to the landowner. “If you would choose to try and seduce the mages I send over, I would advise protection, of the magical kind. Something to ward off spells and enchantments. I could provide you with one, I keep such things on me always, I do lend to them you know. You learn quickly that wizards and witches are as folly to mortal foibles as anyone else.”

He opened the box and took out a necklace, the nature of the enchantment would protect him, but Randle kept it for other reasons. At home he could listen and watch through it. It was a very ornate eye carved of ivory and inlaid with gems and jewels. The chain was a pure silver, with marking in the links. “This should protect you from most spells, I cannot say it will save you if they drop a building on you, but it will keep them from altering your mind.”

He offered it with a smile.