Becoming a Mercenary

"Alright. We apologize it took this long to process everything. It's not every day we get a new mercenary starting off at 5-stars." 

"Not a big problem. As long as I get my license, it's fine."

Albert gave me a ring with a rhombus-shaped head. The head had a bunch of inscriptions etched on its surface which I can't read. Other than that, it had 5 tiny stars etched along the edge of the rhombus.

"What is this?"

"That's your mercenary license!"

"The license is a ring? Not a card?"

"Why would it be a card? It would be inconvenient to store it and take it out whenever you need to. If it's a ring, it's easier to carry around and turn in your bounties with this." Alber pointed to a strange blue pentagon prism on the table.

There was a cavity on one side that was rhombus-shaped, a perfect fit for the head of my ring.