[i]Gybol for the most part just sits there with a raised eyebrow. He glances down at the identical amulet that's in the old man's hand and oddly cracks a smile. He reaches up to double check that his own necklace was on, sliding it between his fingers before finally speaking up[/i] "No, she wasn't around to teach. And no, I wasn't quite aware of its magical nature since it isn't magical, I just found it a pretty trinket." [i]He tucks his necklace back under his shirt, his eyes more carefully looking toward the black orb before back at the old man[/i] "As for me being the color I am, well, Dad claims he had it made with a rainbow and nine months later a heavily confused Myti came out of the woods with a midget and a baby me." [i]Despite the casualness of his attitude and the clear making fun of himself, his posture is tense and guarded.[/i]