The turtle-like disciple wanders away. He visits a pair of rooms before finding what he wants. When he returns it is with a small wooden box clutched in his short claw. He holds it out to you- and then pulls it back. "Before we see if this suits you, I must ask another question," he states. "You are a charmcrafter. Are you comfortable using charms not crafted by your own hand?"
You stare at Wugui for a long moment. What… what did he say? You appear to have gone temporarily deaf. "I beg your pardon, but I did not hear what you said, Senior," you answer. "Could you repeat yourself?"
Wugui fixes you with a stern look. "Are you," he begins. "Comfortable. Using charms of a foreign make?"
This time, you hear him. Your vision seems to fade slightly, the storehouse around you seeming to become ephemeral and dream-like. Visions of the clamshells in your home and the curtains over your window mock you from the corner of your eye and for a moment, you wish for a second eyepatch so that you are spared the horror. But you manage to make your mouth form a response. "I will do what I must, Senior."