The Rings, and one's Pool Fragmentation

“We're here for the rings, honestly. We don't care to fight you or anything like that, in fact we didn't even care to fight the giants outside of the ruins, but they left us with no other choice.” Tim answered the old man. “If you can help me and my friends remove our mana brackets, then we'll get out of here, and leave you be.”

“And so the aspiring magus tells us his tale of power lust, or the need for power, however you wish to describe it?” The old man followed along, as if he was spelling a riddle. “Are all these men and women your friends? They’re plenty, too much, even.”

“Nah, I only have five friends with me. The rest of them are my slaves, and my demonic beast, who is also kinda my friend. I don't think the Kelketuk is interested in removing its mana bracket, though, if it even has one.” He explained.