He takes off the ring and puts it in his pocket when he goes to the woman he's not married to. The ring remembers. His wife polishes it because she fears that his eyes are wandering and she hopes the gleam will remind him of what they share. The ring remembers that as well. [Sorry, Adalwolfe, spirits are contractually obligated to say weird stuff like that in response to questions.

Justice turns to look at the man he's speaking to, frowning a little deeper than normal as he takes in the tent and the cushions. A fortune-teller.] It is wrong to lie to people about their future.

[There's a clear scolding in his voice, but he approaches anyway and sits down on one of the cushions because, while he may glare and scold and nag, Justice is unwaveringly curious about mortals and their world. He'll talk to anyone to sate even a mite of that curiosity.]