"Resentment... it doth be difficult to overcome. But he wouldst want us to."

The attention turns to him, and he grimaces. Someone else who will want to know. Who will care, who will want him to get rid of the bells.

"An item I doth carry... 'tis cursed with foul energy. But I canst not bring mineself to discard it, for it belonged to someone dear to me. Someone who wert... twisted and killed by mine enemies."