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Mark picks up the bow, arrows(?), a dagger, and throwing knives. He was glad that his favorite weapons were unharmed, but there was still one more thing he needed to take care of in this room.
- Hey, buddy, - he said to Stavros, - I noticed that a golden talisman with a ruby ended up in your hands, and it turns out it belongs to me. - "Or at least it used to." - Would you be so kind as to return it to me?