The slight head wound which Malatan had recieved from walking into a doorframe throbbed as the dizziness began to subside...he remembered his plan...he'd gotten the real amulet and duped the fool blacksmith into making a duplicate...conning the fake from him and not having ta pay for it was part of the fun....he'd wear the fake copy around his neck openly and pretend great safeguards around it...while the true amulet he wore around his wrist, hidden in a steel gauntlet, magic in itself. THe gauntlet gave its wielder the power tocatch thrown spears or javilins in the air, and cast them back at their owner with 3 times its original force...he knew that the gloves worked on daggers and sling stones as well....