The Imp muttered to itself for a second, then spoke.
"The orbs will likely explode in smoke and sparks when thrown, and the effigy will summon a demon of some kind when smashed.. Judging from how it looks, a rather lowly and stupid one." It sniffed the air, then continued, "I smell magic on one of those rings. Something with wards. The scrolls look like.. fire magic."
It glanced at the bard, wondering if this information was enough to ensure it's freedom.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather