His hands moved on, with the practiced ease of a pick pocket, fastening down her belt and leggings, crouching to do so. Coming up, and staring her down, his gaze shifted to the token item... "It is, a symbol of faith... It may, or may not bare, magical effects... They will, possible, be benefitial... Cursed, is another, possibility..." And leaving it at that, he let the meat cleaver remain as he now had his true gear. "We should, go soon..." He stated, turning to the window and, indeed, glided to it much as a ghost would. That slithery movement of his bared body had never caused him to bob his head as he moved, like most people who walk would. This lent itself to the spectral effect, feet no longer visible as he moved...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>