Another ring, another dud.
The pile of non-magic rings was growing steadily, but at least he wasn't dead.
And then....
His throat started to close and he felt it difficult to breathe. He recognized this feeling, but looked down at his hands to verify. Sure enough, silver threads were winding around to create webbing between his fingers.
Quickly, so he could breathe, he snatched the ring off his finger and put it in his pocket.
"Oy, Elara, I got another one of those swim rings." He didn't want to try on more random rings. One of them would definitely kill him, he could feel it.