"I've hidden from alerted guards before, and can fit in with any crowd inconspicuously, even though I still DO get the occasional stare, but only because of my good looks. Besides, if I am able to enter the Palace with this necklace, I'd have access to riches beyond imagination!" You debate with yourself after exiting the fencer's shop.
"I think I'll wait out the next two days, I have a good feeling about this!" You think as you pull the amulet out for a quick peek, admiring its craftsmanship and beauty, a sudden slight urge to wear it washes over you before you snap out of the trance, slipping it back into one of the many pouches that cling to your lithe, athletic body in a hurry.
Later that afternoon, you're at a market stall picking out an apple to munch on when you hear an odd sniffing right behind you. Turning around, you jump at the sight of an old lady's head just next to your underarm, your outstretched arm still handling an apple, leaving your bare, sun-kissed armpit exposed for her. Her eyes are focused intently on it, and her nostrils are still twitching and widening with each deep breath she takes.
"Errr.. Excuse me, old lady? Is something the matter?" You ask, slightly embarrassed at the unwanted attention, when you notice she has a similar amulet to your stolen property around her neck, except that the chain is made of a dull bronze, and the feathers are not decorated with any gems.
A few more awkward seconds pass, as you ponder over your options
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