"Hello, hello! Come in, come in," he greeted Nick "Let me just take care of one small thing." Nick saw the man go to the door, lock it, and put up a sign that read "Back in 15 min".
"Now then, let's have a look" He gave Nick a penetrating stare up and down, until Nick began to feel a bit uncomfortable "yes, yes... more than one layer of transformative magic... though I thought I told you to keep the medallion tucked away."
This caused Nick to glance down, seeing the medallion hanging in his now exposed cleavage "what the? There was a lot more to this blouse a few minutes ago!" he complained, now feeling embarrassed. He started to remove the medallion. "Which brings up another matter: I can't seem to remove that glove!"
The owner, Mr. Fisk, first removed from his pocket an odd white handkerchief. Odd, because it wasn't really white... just... colorless, as if Nick's eyes could not tell which color it was, so his brain just defaulted to white. Carefully using only the handkerchief, Mr. Fisk took the medallion from Nick, gingerly laying it down on the counter, with the handkerchief spread out beneath it. He pulled out n ancient-looking magnifying glass, and began to examine it while he spoke:
