[He goes to jokingly clap and freezes before his hands slap together. Instead he awkwardly shrugs and snags the cross neclace. He gives it a quick look over and slips it into his pocket where the quartz once hid. It was just a jagged piece of rose quartz, taken from the ground, tied to a string.
She's right though, the talent comes from him and not the object. It was about now he remembered they have devices to help communicate. Drawing it out he quickly flashes the message.]
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She's right though, the talent comes from him and not the object. It was about now he remembered they have devices to help communicate. Drawing it out he quickly flashes the message.]
Talented and a shrewd trader!