At this point, Brit just wasn't sure what to say or do. She felt her body heaving with rage, but...Something felt different as well. "What do you mean, did a good job? Deserving owner?!" Her voice was rising again, but she made no attempt to quiet it now. Brit shook her head hard and closed her eyes. Ignoring the obvious question, such as how the hell was this amulet made in the Renaissance and yet here he was in front of her, so how could HE have made it? She took a deep breath and asked slowly to make sure she got her words right, "And what exactly do these amulets do? What does<strong>this one</strong>do?" Grabbing the chain, she shook the amulet at him in frustration.