The halfling's smooth face is split by a wide grin. "Ah, excellent taste you've got, miss. Exotic magical artifacts, one and all. This," he says, motioning at the nautilus ensconced pearl-jem, "was purportedly crafted by a forgotten merfolk artisan-mage for his human lover. Submerge it in water and it glows eerily until it dries, giving you light to see by in the deepest darkness. As an added benefit, as long as you are touching it, you can breathe water as if it were air!" Then he moved to the metallic branch, picked it up and swished it through the air as a conductor would swing a baton. "An elvin wand from the Castari region. When twirled in the correct fashion and the correct words are spoken, it can cause vegetation to take on a life of its own, and ensare your enemies - or your friends, if you are so inclined." He carefully replaces the wand on its stand, and shuffles over to the last item. "Ah, now this is a true find. You could do worse than to leave with this medallion, in these dangerous times. I know a proper young woman like yourself is unlikely to find herself in trouble, but if trouble came knocking, all you'd have to do is touch the pendant and speak the magic word, and the mightiest blows will glance off your skin as if it were the greatest full plate." He pauses for a moment, his expression quizzical. "As for price, miss, how much were you looking to spend?"
To Dorian's question, he shrugged slightly. "The man who sold it to me claims it was tempered with dragonsblood, but who can say? It is without a doubt magical, however. Light as a feather, but hits as hard as a hammer. Only the best in construction my boy, and if you buy it you'll be the envy of your friends, Jim guarantees."