The mage's tense expression seemed to relax, if only slightly. "Forgive the interruption, ma'am, but the enhancements on that little trinket feel old and potent; Let's just say that without a closer look, it may be prudent to avoid making contact. Especially for the, ah... 'Magically inclined'." His smile became a bit lopsided, with the left side of his face drawing up into an uneasy smirk. "And as far as breaking the wards on the amulet goes, well... I wouldn't have offered if I didn't think myself capable of the job." His voice began to take on the more noble, academic tone he'd learned throughout his time spent studying, conveying the idea that he knows what he's talking. After all, nobility's nobility, even if rigor mortis should've set in long before he was born. As such, he straightened himself out and brought a fist softly to his chest, taking a shallow bow and saying a formal greeting in the ancient language of the Elves. Once he rose, however, he shifted his weight back onto one foot, striking up a more casual stance and crossing his arms across his diaphragm. "As for payment, well, I'll need to know what I'm getting myself into before I start naming prices. Anything you know would be much appreciated, but I'm sure we can discuss later."