The prohibition on talking does not forbid rude gestures. She makes several, very emphatically, while reaching into the bag with her other hand and scooping out handfuls of amulets.

A red droplet of Fire vents its substance into a wisp of smoke; a gleaming metallic drop of Adamant cracks apart into glittering shards that dissolve immediately; a pearlescent Glass does something similar; Water melts and turns to vapor, Ice shatters and does the same, Shine goes out in a burst of light, Shadow in a burst of dark, and on and on. The empty amulet chains pile up on the floor.

Finally, the last amulet turns to dust.

"What the fuck are you doing," says Kisonde.