Make it clear that I will be the one leaving with the jewel.

Slip of the Tongue

Even as the jewel lay in your palm-- the silver lace strewn randomly over its shining surface-- it has some power over you and the shopkeeper. The old woman may be insistent, but you can be insistent, too. There's no way you're going to leave this place without that necklace.

"Listen, Lady," you say, your voice turning deep ominous, "one way or another, I'm going to have this necklace. Now you can put up a fuss, or you can sell the damn thing to me and make yourself some money. Your choice."

Your hand closes over the contested item and starts to pull away, when suddenly the woman lunges forward, grabbing your tightly shut hand with both of hers.

"Nooooo!" she screams, as best as an old lady like her can. "Give it back!!"

The elderly woman pulls on your hand with a strength you would never have guessed, fighting fiercely for control of the bauble. You curse at her and shout, screaming of her obvious mental deficiencies, her severance from reality, her obvious senility.

"Dammit you crazy old bag let go of me!!"
"Nooo give it to me!!"

Throwing all your weight behind you, you drift away from the shop counter, albeit slowly. The persistent senior still refuses to release your hand. Her body actually slides up onto the countertop, her feet probably not even touching the ground.

Your incipient escape is stopped when the woman latches her feet to the bottom of the counter. Amazing, can this woman really withstand this strain?

"Let go, Crazy Bitch!!"
"Nooo! Noo! The Master will be upset!!!"