[He just laughs at that wiggle.]

Right, right, I know.

[He takes one last look at the pendant necklace thing (??) before carefully pocketing it.]

And speaking of which—[As if on cue, the sound of metal clanging against metal, the smell of molten iron, and the sight of swords on display out by the street soon greet them.]

Here we are. It's a weapons store, but it's a working smithy, too, so just be careful.