The tall elf flinched at the sudden question from the halfling and forced a quick, in a way melancholic smile to his lips. "Oh, it's just a souvenir from back home that's all." Tarquin hastily moved the pendant back under his surcoat and hung his flute from his belt while turning towards Eve. "I can assure you beasts from hell are not the worse beings in this damn world. Not even hardest to kill." He shook his head slightly and glanced at the ceiling. "If we had some of that nifty powder the dr- dwarves use in their explosives and fireworks..."