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Nimin watched as the scene unfolded. His history with spirits of all kinds were of a somewhat clouded variety, though he could tell that they were not outwardly hostile. Even with the earlier introduction being what it was, and Ashen's own response to what was transpiring.

An instance that had the Solar walk up behind Ashen slowly as they conversation continued, and placed a hand on his shoulder in an effort to consult him on the fact that this might not be the best of times. Though the look in his eyes did do enough to show Ashen that he too did share some of the same sentiment, at least in the slightest to be sure.
He looks down at the box of talismans as they make the pass in front of him and out of not wishing to cause disrespect, he plucks one from inside. Though he holds the small item in hand, running it's shape between his fingers as he did. Doing so to make sure that he was checking it's rounded shape for any indication as to what the item may be intended for. His fingers running along the narrow notches on the inside rim of the shell. As well as keeping in mind any variations that could be felt in the shells shape.

As the envoy leaps from the deck of the ship, he still keeps his eyes fixed on the edge of the deck for a few moments before bringing the talisman up to eye level. The curious little shell in his hand was still the dour brown, speckled coloration that he'd usually seen in such shells. Save for some small dim lines in the shells surface. Something that he was able to tell from touch alone.

It was a normally unused language from the isles surrounding most of the seaways, stretching from the north and all the way to the far south waterways. Though that was all for it's written inscription, his knowledge of such items however could easily tell that the talisman was lightly pulsing with some form of implicated enchantment.
"Well, it would be rude to just not accept."