Artemis listened to the short version of Orva's tale, relieved not to have to do the talking. "I hope you're right about your parents." he said finally, "I've seen some the things he does to his captives-" Artemis regretted the end of the sentence as soon as it left his mouth, there was nothing to gain for anyone but Ragnar and his minions by filling Orva's head with doubts about her parents' well being "I'm sure they're fine, though." he added hastily, realizing himself how hollow it sounded. Suddenly, he felt a faint burning sensation in his back pocket Not again he thought for himself, pulling out Deunan's amulet from his back pocket and dangling it at a safe distance from himself as if it was a lethal snake, poised to strike at any moment. The amulets were very much involved in what had happened, that much was obvious, Robin had one too, and so, Artemis realized, did he; it had been given to him by his father on his twelwth birthday, supposedly passed down through his family for generations. Three people, all pok?morphs, all had amulets...but that would mean...he turned around "Orva?" he asked, bringing up the amulet for inspection "You wouldn't happen to have anything like this, would you?"