“A pint of beer, Magic man.” Shiki said the Beast Kin that was boasting g their magical prowess. 
“Now back on topic, does anyone have any ideas about those charms the locals are all wearing?” The fact that most of the locals seemed to be clutching talismans seemed odd to Shiki. It was strange for the adventurer. Usually when there was a string of unexplained missing persons, people tended to pack up and leave in Shiki’s experience. Yet these locals climbed to trinkets to protect them. A local guardian spirit? Superstition and naïveté? Something more sinister?