"Oi! That's even worse ya daft bastard. Transformation magic is a touchy territory lassie." Shaking his hands I  protest showing a disapproving view. However he was eyes g it over from a distance seeing if he could make out anything from his position.  The collar looked familiar somehow; maybe he'd seen it one of the many tombs he acquired over the years. How knows these things took time. "Besides even if I did find out exactly what you've got there around ya neck. It's not sellable! What exactly could a flat chested this such as ya self pay me with?"