Pity and scorn crossed the man’s face as he watched the witch struggle with his pendants. The fact that he struggled so and seemed entirely discombobulated over the ordeal made the villager inclined to dismiss the witch and walk off. 

But he knew the man was off to the ship for the sake of the village, and this villager in question did not need the shield weighing down on his arm. All the more he himself had young children. They needed people like the witch to go out and seek the tribes fortune. 

So it was with an aggravated sigh of discontent that he took the pendant, wiping it off on his tunic before pocketing it and leveling the shield for the witch to take. 

“May it serve you well…” He muttered begrudgingly and turned to go.