Greg's eyes narrowed and his easy-going demeanor immediately vanished. He pointed his long, green finger directly at Adrian's left hand.
"That ring. Take it off. Now."
Adrian hesitated, before trying to resist.
"Why?" he stepped back and covered the ring with his other hand. "It's my personal property. There's nothing illegal in there. Just supplies."
Greg's expression didn't change, but the air in the corridor suddenly grew impossibly heavy. He projected his aura, aiming to bring a lesser being to their knees instantly.
To Adrian, the pressure felt like little more than a stiff breeze. It was uncomfortable, but hardly debilitating. However, he knew his role. He groaned and his knees buckled slightly as he clutched his head.
"Fine!" he gritted out. "Fine. Take it."
He pulled the silver band from his finger and dropped it into Greg's waiting palm.
