[ Astarion looks down at the necklace, frowning. Not because it's creepy, although it is, but because it's ugly. better wear it under his clothes, lest Alkam decide to mock him for it. That is, if it even works at all. Maybe it's a useless doodad she's trying to pawn off on them, or maybe it does something more sinister. ]

Oh, thank you, [ he says, insincerely. ] I can't wait to wear it. ...Later.

[ He stuffs it into Iorveth's pack alongside the other necklace. ]

Perhaps you might point us in the direction of the nasty rat's hidey-hole, hm?

[ Gods, he hopes they don't have to ask around to figure out where Alkam is. That sounds like so much work. ]