As Renato put on the mask, the mithral shifted slightly, so the Crown of Intellect on his forehead did not interfere with its fit.
The mask settled against his face like a living creature, every part fitting his facial contours perfectly.
He felt the gentle pull of magic. The item did not even need straps to hold it in place, making it remarkably convenient.
The red crystals over the eyes did not tint Renato's vision red. Instead, they removed every obstruction caused by the mask's edges, as though he were wearing no mask at all.
It protected his face without compromising his hearing or vision.
Tristana stroked Renato's mask, inspecting it from either side before saying with satisfaction:
"Very good. Now those old women won't be able to see your face..."
He had only just arrived in Sammoril, yet this was already the second magical item the little cleric had given him for free. Both had powerful effects that happened to compensate for his weaknesses.
Although he did not know why the [Guide] rated these items so low, Renato estimated that either one could easily buy an entire village on the Surface.
For a moment, Renato did not know whether to marvel at the wealth of Drow Nobility or at how much Tristana valued him.
Thinking back to the Consort's Mask's [Equipment] description, he had actually noticed the little cleric's ulterior motive long ago.
All Renato could do was sigh inwardly in resignation.
"Renato, this mask is enchanted with a Darkness spell," Tristana continued, sliding her fingers over his gorget. "It's an innate spellcasting ability all pureblood drow possess, so it's perfect for your disguise..."
"Tristana, this mask's design looks rather ancient," Renato interrupted, asking, "Has this method of making masks existed for a long time?"
"Of course." A hint