"That seems like it would be a poor business plan." His tone is light and his face is -- he's not smiling exactly but gives the impression of nearly being there, like the ghost of one. It is easy to joke about but it's too close on the heels of the memory of another enchanted item sold in plain sight.

He is telling himself that they closed those holes in the cliff-side, that they're harmless now. It's not helping much. But if he looks a little sad, it's probably because he always looks a little sad.

"If it helps, I think they're just anti-staining spells, things like that." He can't be sure without picking the spell apart the way someone else would, say, a lock, but he thinks he would recognise that kind of malevolent intent now that he's felt it once before.