The bracelet inside was yellow — not the bright cheerful yellow of gold or honey, the specific dulled yellow of something that had once been a different color and had been changed by whatever it had been through. Dark polygons were set into it at irregular intervals, geometric shapes that didn't repeat in any pattern Lexel could identify, the kind of asymmetry that suggested either extreme age or extreme intention.
It gave off a feeling.
Not visually — nothing about it announced danger in the way that spiked armor or blackened steel announced danger. The feeling arrived through some other channel, the specific unease of looking at something that was either worth a fortune or worth considerably less than that, with no clean way to tell which from the outside.
"Where did you get this," Lexel said.
