"You buried them appropriately?" You nod. "Good. Almost certainly it was not one of ours, but still." He inspects the ring again, this time in admiration. "The puissance of these artifacts is, perhaps, less than one might expect from something crafted by those under Teclis," he observes, the rubies shimmering in the firelight. "But they were never meant to turn the tide of wars single-handedly. What they represent is protection for our most vulnerable members as they venture out into the world, and handed down to another as each reaches Magisterial rank. If it means that just one more wizard reaches the prime of their career instead of dying to the trials of their journeying... well, what more potent effect could you ask of an enchantment?" You nod in agreement. "You've returned a prized relic to us, and the Bright Order repays its debts."
*snip*
"Thank you," he replies, "for the apprentices that now stand a greater chance of surviving their journeys."