Gretchen watched as he slipped the golden chain around his neck. The amulet was giving him something...she could tell.  Her mouth quirked in a knowing grin. "I can see you are a sensitive. Not everyone feels like we do. I can accept a check if I can get it to clear this infernal machine that tells me if you have enough in the bank to do it! I appreciate the money. This place is mine, I own the property, but taxes eat up my profits a lot." she pointed to the surprisingly modern cash register that did such marvelous things as check clearing.<br/><br/>She picked up a small bag from her stash under the counter. It was printed with the name of the Shoppe and a small picture of the front door. She prepared to place the amulet inside as he wrote his check. "Unless you want to wear it? I know it is tempting. I hope you are not driving?"