"Yes," Bariyan said, as he began to walk. He didn't reach out to take Martin's hand; but he did pull out the medallion again. "Mostly. About this. This is... yours, isn't it?"

It'd been the first thing that Martin had gone for, when Bariyan had arrived. Bariyan remembered that clear enough. And it certainly wasn't Bariyan's; he didn't wear any sort of jewelry, as a rule. Bariyan already wasn't very good at fighting. He didn't need to give his opponents an easy target to grab him by.