Tolan was handed a trinket by his mother before she died in the accident. He never paid much attention to it as a teenager or early adulthood but always carried it around. Either in his pockets or backpack. Anywhere he could fit it. It was as if he couldn’t really get rid of it. Not sure whether he wanted to or not.
It wasn’t exactly big, about the size of a fist. Dense, heavy. It’s dark in color with small golden handles. There is a small vibration to the trinket and almost a shimmering sound mixed with growling. Can only be heard and felt if you put your ear to the trinket.