[his mouth presses flat in thought for a moment. Mentally warring over what would and would not be smart to say. But, for all the surreality of this situation, he's finding his perturbed curiosity winning out over everything else.
Finally, he loops a finger under the decorative chain around his neck, and fishes out the pendant that hangs from it-- a gem shaped like an inverted teardrop, glimmering strangely in the indoor light]
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Finally, he loops a finger under the decorative chain around his neck, and fishes out the pendant that hangs from it-- a gem shaped like an inverted teardrop, glimmering strangely in the indoor light]
You have something like this, yes?