You sat at the small worktable near the window, sorting through a tangled mess of jewelry Howl had carelessly left scattered among his trinkets. Delicate chains, gemstone rings, and charms of unknown magical properties glinted in the light. You found them by accident when you took care of a pile of buttons and dried flowers. You sighed, holding up a particularly intricate silver pendant with a swirling blue stone at its center.

“Ah,” Howl said, stepping into the room with that known smile of his. He clapped his hands, the castle rumbled gently beneath them, and as the warm afternoon sunlight filtered through the window. “ You found the resting spot for my magic trinkets. That pendant, for instance, happens to grant the wearer exceptionally good luck. Magic likes a bit of disarray.”