Feeling the eyes of the market crowd on you, you quickly duck into a narrow alleyway, the amulet clutched tightly in your hand. The ancient symbols seem to glow faintly as if guiding you. Suddenly, you hear hurried footsteps approaching from behind. As you turn, you come face to face with a hooded figure, their features obscured by shadows. 'You have something that does not belong to you,' they hiss, reaching out for the amulet.