[Nestled inside is a delicate comb, carved with flecks of real gold and depicting a rising phoenix on its side. Adra will recognize its origins immediately, as its feathers are suspiciously lifelike—a single touch confirms this was part of the same feather they recovered from their dungeon adventure. It's soft, and even the mildest contact inspires hope and healing. The comb itself seems to radiate a similar aura, as if enchanted.

Gilgamesh tries not to preen over himself too much, but it's obvious he's holding back a great deal of enthusiasm for his gift. Proudly, he crows:]

I made it myself! Now, a little piece of this King will always be with you.

[Gilgamesh cannot even wait for a timely reaction, nudging Adra with one of his infamously infectious grins.]

Do you like it? Well, of course you do, but how much do you like it? I will accept a rating on a scale from one to utterly magnificent!