You start looking around at the shelves. You feel like a kid in a candy store. Now that you really know what this shop has to offer, you're excited. Sure, you feel some obligation to help your cousin. But... you could also just take his money and get something for yourself. If you can magically wipe his memory, or take the ring, or stop him from hurting you, there's not a damn thing he can do about it. Heck, if you could find something to get some muscles, you could give him a taste of his own medicine and just BULLY the old fart him into giving the ring back. You sigh. You're not sure if you're that mean, though. Asshole that he is, your cousin doesn't necessarily deserve being jammed into an older body. Walker lost 3 decades of his life, that must be hard on anyone.
While you're thinking, a shopkeeper from this morning emerges from a black door at the back of the building. This clerk is an older man, not the younger clerk who sold you the ring earlier today. His hair is a shiny silver, and he has a well-groomed mustache the same color. He's wearing a crisp white dress shirt, which displays a pin with the name of the store on his breast pocket. His gaze is intense, his icy blue eyes studying you carefully. His nose and jaw are long, but he is still very handsome for his age. You think he might be in his mid-50s, but you can't be sure. Honestly, he might be in his mid-500s; who knows what you can expect here. His hands are resting neatly on the glass display, his fingers covered with expensive looking jewelry, a high-end watch sparkling on his wrist. He puts your cousin's weathered body to shame -- you hope you look like him when you're 50. (Or 500.)
You clear your throat to speak, but the shopkeeper speaks confidently before you can utter a word. "Evening m'boy. I see you're back... looks like you tried out that ring, too." He winks when he says this, and you can't help but blush. You hope he doesn't somehow know about your embarrassingly little cock. "Yeah. Actually, I'm here for my cousin. He... erm... borrowed the ring and made a mess of things. So he asked me to pick something up." The shopkeeper stares at you thoughtfully before finally nodding. "Yes... yes, I see. Normally we have a strict policy: one item per customer. But I see that your cousin did really send you here to buy something on his behalf. Anyhow, it's only fair you get another chance after he terrorized you into giving up your ring, hmm?" You're impressed. This guy is good. "Well, take a look around. Let me know when you find something."
You walk through an aisle of jewellery. You like the idea of being able to keep whatever you buy close, so you can use it if needed. You're drawn to an amulet engraved with a torch, hanging off an intricately knotted series of black cords. You point at the trinket and ask the shopkeeper to tell you more about it. "Very interesting indeed, m'boy! That's one of the most powerful charms in the shop." Your ears perk up when you hear that. The old man continues cheerily, chuckling at your obvious interest. "Yes, very powerful. An icon of Ananke, daughter of Chronos, master of fates. When you wear that necklace, anyone who sees it will be forced to follow any command you give them. Sticky magic, too. Most things here that have that kind of control, you break it, and the spell wears off rather quickly." You nod, eager to hear more. "Not that amulet, though, m'boy, quite the contrary! You might not be able to give new commands, but the subject will continue to follow any orders they've already been given."
You consider the possibilities with a smile. If you walk in with this, you can have the ring back right away -- no questions asked. Really, Walker will have to do just about anything you want. Heck, it's like you can use the ring twice a day, since he'll have to make any changes you ask him to. Your cousin clearly doesn't care about you at all. Even before all this ring stuff he was being a total asshole. So why not give yourself a little power and take Walker down a peg? You take the icon to the counter, and the kind shopkeep rings you up with a smile.
"Now it would usually be 1 million, two hundred and fifty thousand dollars," he says, "plus tax of course." You slump with dissapointment. "But I can see you're a fine young fellow, and I know you only have 1 million in your account. So I'll give it to you for that. Quite a bargain, I'd say." You certainly agree there. Your cousin has more money than the two of you could ever need, and the magic amulet only puts you a few words away from having as much of it as you want. "Do you take bank transfer?" The wizard snaps his fingers and an ornate mobile phone appears, and a few minutes later, you've transferred the money. You're back to a few hundred dollars in your account, but oh well. You have bigger fish to fry.
You step out of the shop, putting the amulet around your neck. You tuck it carefully under your long-sleeved tee -- you don't want anyone to see your treasure until you're ready to use it. You head towards your apartment and...