"Well, this is just great," I thought. "That hex... glyph... hexagram again. I hope it has nothing to do with the amulet, and that... damn it! I don't want this amulet to be connected to the attack on me! And I don't want all of this to be somehow related to the whole mess surrounding the stolen censer!" (By the way, it occurred to me that, no matter what, it's a rather idiotic weapon.)
And yet, I felt that it was all connected somehow. At the very least, the amulet is almost certainly connected to the attack and the drawings.
I glanced at my captive, then at the street around us. It seemed empty... I really didn't want to remove the gag – not only might they notice, but this dancing fellow might even call for help, and then, even though I was defending myself, I wouldn't be able to prove my innocence! But at the same time, it seemed there were no other ways to find out from him about the symbols on the wall...
After looking around one more time, I pulled the hood off the death dancer, removed the gag, and, pointing the dagger clenched in my uninjured right hand at him, ordered him to tell me everything about the amulet, the symbols on the wall, and their connection. The elf looked lifeless, and I was already worried that he might faint, but then...