James walked into the room in a foul mood, he pulled something out of his pocket and threw it onto the table that landed with a heavy thunk denting the polished wood surface.
"You talk of magic rings, but have you ever seen one of these or had to suffer the curse of one?"
Everyone looked down on the black iron ring that was just big enough to fit around a persons neck, it had nine runes on it and the 8th was damaged and showed sign of partial melting. "for those who have never seen one of these, it is a slave collar. The runes bind it to a persons soul and one fitted, there is never any release from its curse. They amplify the pain of the wearer as well as the pain from other wearer's and feed it back to the person. The runes around the edge bind a persons powers or abilities."
One of the runes glowed with a sickly green light, there was a gasp as the glowing rune was recognised. "Yes that is my rune and it is bound to my soul. I have been a slave to one of the cruel knights of Camelot but of the Camelot that now exists today!"
Just a fluffy bit about magic rings as you're talking about them.