[Just leaped in without thinking, he sees... well, there are worse situations to throw oneself into. He shakes his head in a brief display of exasperation.]

Given the implied lack of mortal danger... one must be willing to compromise authenticity.

[It's spooky! But like just in an eerie, slightly thrilling way. Not in a base survival instinct like he's been suffering for a decade way. Plus, he's got another reason:]

The myths from which these creatures were born hail from a land I'm not as familiar with as I'd like. [For instance! He nods his head towards a reptilian creature with some sort of beak and a hollowed out head whose brackish liquid contents only look more unsettling due to the flickering flame that's pacified it.] I've yet to see any such being in any legends I've read.

[And yeah, no, he sees the new one now approaching. Oh, its neck is quite warped as well, isn't it? He wonders if there's some fable to accompany such a grotesque figure. Almost absently, he holds up the talisman as he continues to observe. It's actually quite easy at the moment to channel positive feelings into the charm, though it's not like he's used this thing before, so he might get it wrong somehow...]