When in doubt flip the switch!
The gauntlet emits a faint hum of power.
Mess around with my neckband.
How so? The neckband doesn't seem to have any obvious triggering mechanism.
You hereby agree to test the belowmentioned EMD (Experimental Magical Device). You agree to waive all claims against the Mage Staff regarding any damages resulting from or aided by use of the device. You agree to be responsible for the proper care of the device, and pay compensation to the Mage Staff in the event of damage to the EMD. Upon the request of the Mage Staff, you agree to return the device at the end of testing. The Mage Staff will supply you with a stipend as additional compensation for your time. You agree to undertake a questionnaire regarding the results of testing for the purpose of gathering information. All information is confidential and will not be disclosed. Likewise, you agree not to inform any outside parties regarding the nature of the device. The Mage Staff thanks you for your patriotic effort in the pursuit of Progress!
The mages will, at your request, give each of you an experimental item to test.
Farrago shakes his head. "I just can't agree to this. It's too unspecific. I need to know more: what is the item valued at, how long is the testing period, and, just to clarify, I get handed a random magical device, correct? A device with properties unknown to me. A device that, for all I know, is just as likely to blow a hole in reality as it is to make me divine. I would love to participate, but to be as reckless as my comrades is a pointless and foolhardy venture, but one that does not astonish me in the slightest, knowing them."
Mage Secretary: Your loss, man. I'm afraid more information than that is considered trade secrets. We're not at liberty to say anything.
Lookie there. Nat 20.
You roundhouse kick the baron in the chin so hard his head flies off and hits the wall. The guards seem visibly distressed. They also seem to be blocking the exit with their halberds.