"Guess so," agreed the big guy, shrugging back. Something about that bothered him a little, but damned if he knew what it was!
So Big Yann put on the furry boots, trying out a few running steps, jumps and combat moves, but nothing obviously magical happened...
"Boots of... warmth?" he guessed. "Anybody here got cold feet?" Rhetorical, but he was looking towards Dorn when he said it. No reason (although, after the fact, the man's scramble to hide behind Bumble - of all people - had been rather funny to watch, right?).
"And what does the rest of this stuff do, Mister Raz?" he inquired of his mage friend with a smile, in what was pure ship's lingo. He leaned down over the gathered ring, broach and cloak - and technically the flaming sword too, but they pretty much knew what THAT did! - picking each over to see if they had any markings, special feel in the hand or the like.
Half the fun of getting magical items was figuring out what they did!
OOC: What would you say to a bit of a competitive feeling/camaraderie between Yann and Dorn, Steve? They both share a naval background, so I think some one-upmanship could be fun? I'll remove the above if you don't feel like it though.
OOC2: Anything on the magical items, 3Spd?