We entered our work and study room with our objects. Antioch started smoothing out the wood and polishing it to a shine. He chiseled a handle into on end and began to shape it like a wand.
Cadmus cleaned and polished his rock, holding it like it was the most precious of diamonds.  He conjured a lump of pure gold with his wand and began to shape it with magic.
And me... well, I held my cloak, inspecting the supple material so like water. It rippled and waved like it had a mind of its own. I wondered what these objects do... these hallowed items given by Death Himself.
Embodied power? Symbols of Death? Will I ever know? Probably not, but no one knows what the future brings...
Well, maybe Death, but I doubt I can ask him...