Book One – Chapter 4

After the man had been laid to rest and no messages or inquiries came from friends or family, the villagers eventually distributed the few belongings and pieces of clothing he had kept in his backpack. The cloak, now in the hands of a farmer’s wife, ended up serving a practical purpose. As her husband was in dire need of socks and several of his pants required mending, she cut the invaluable artefact to pieces. In this way, the powerful cloak met an unexpected fate, its extraordinary abilities going unnoticed by the unsuspecting humans who repurposed its cloth.

Yves, in his search for magical artefacts, arrived much too late. All that remained of the magical cloak was a single pair of seasoned socks. Though the cloak had intricate magic that worked without draining the wearer, it required a specific incantation to activate its unique powers. To his surprise, Yves found that the socks still retained their magical abilities. He bartered these remnants of what was once an invaluable artefact in exchange for three pairs of new winter socks made from the finest wool.

At least that was the official and very, very twisted story.