Waukeen Sigil Ring

The explosion spraying violent debris fades into a low hum as her eyes lock onto something strange beneath the water. Already submerged she reaches further by pushing her body forward, taking it in her outreached hand. A ring of gold, encrusted by emeralds held by sphinx, and a woman's face peeks. It glimmers differently to the wishing coins the locals all toss in, never amounting to the dream or wish itself, just another hopeful day. The sigil catches - no captures light emmanantly.
Before the guards attending to the wreckage in the town square and notice, she folds her wet form between the bodies within the already crowding streets. Dissapearing away from the shouts of anger "MY RING, WHO TOOK IT!? WAS IT YOU??"