“Hey what gives?” Tanis said, his armour clinking as he moved. Handy shook his head, eyeing the strange objects that were hung upon the doorways and arches of the homes they passed. Strange little knick-knacks made out of bundled twigs and colourful pebbles. He knew enough countryside lore from back home to recognise a fetish when he saw one. A charm to ward off evil and bad luck.