“I want to get my hands on a talisman.” He turned to the barkeep and placed a small stack of coins on the counter. “Call me superstitious, but I’d rather go off into the woods with a protection trinket then without one. Know where I can get one?” He slid the coins across the counter to the barman. Getting his hands on a genuine talisman would at worst be a good step in the investigation. Or at best, provide him some extra protection when they come face to face with whatever is causing the disappearances.