[ It's been a long time since he's felt someone stare at him like that--with the locals, he's mostly tried to keep his head down, avoiding eye contact under the guise of being busy with work and other tasks. Even for those few jobs he's managed to do, he's gotten a few wayward stares, certainly, but no one's been quite so bold as to stare at him like this. It makes him feel embarrassed, for a moment, jerking his chin down; sometimes he forgets the way he must look to others, someone abnormal and strange.

He's grateful to draw his gaze to the amulets, instead: the stranger has one in his hand, and though he doesn't, a part of him wants to reach for it and take it out of his palm. He isn't sure he trusts the vendors, trying so hard to sell all of these items; there could be some danger in touching them, something that none of them might know about given how recently they'd been put here. ]

...It doesn't sound crazy. [ There's a faint shake of his head--his gaze flickers up, once, to look at the profile of the stranger, before he looks back down again. ] I think a lot of people feel that way. What do you think you're going to do to yourself?

[ A soft breath. ] Or what did you already do? An amulet like this might not be the best thing for you.