[i]Isabella would sigh, reaching into a bag set to the bed and withdrawing what appeared to have been a ring, in a box. One of a blackish, almost obsidian-like metal.[/i] "Some ring that's appropriate for your line of work. Allows you to shift out of reality before popping up again about a second after, five feet in front of where you once were.. Real shifty stuff. And honestly, I wouldn't use it too much. Supposed to be rare.."