Hey, don't thank me yet! I've still got another gift! [she slips out of the embrace after a few moments of dying and goes over to the table and picks up a small cloth pouch that's been sewn shut and put on a strong long enough to be a necklace.] It's called a gris-gris; it's like a good luck charm. If I did it right, it ought to protect you from some of the black magic going around lately.
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