Mokorov came up behind you, turning you around by your shoulder and putting a small box in your hand without saying a word, just staring at you blankly.

You looked at him with confusion, looking down at the box then back up at him. “What’s this. . .?” You ask hesitantly.

He sighed and nodded towards the box, clearly not very patient. “You said you wanted a new necklace, don’t ask stupid questions.” He replied in that usual stern tone, but you knew he meant well.