The instant that you agree, the worry evaporates from Samira's face, leaving behind a relieved smile. You're sure that you're doing the right thing. "Oh, thank you!" she cries. "I knew I could count on you."
Yes, this is why you do this job.
Now that you've agreed, Samira rushes ahead with the rest of the information. "It's silver, with an oval-shaped panel with a rose engraved on it. You might not be able to see the rose. It's pretty old, and the engraving has sort of worn down. There's lacy filigree around the edges of the panel that looks like leaves and flowers. It's pretty badly tarnished. I really should have cleaned it before I left! It might have fallen off when I was in the woods planning out the trail for my campers' nature walk, but I can't remember where. I tried retracing my steps, like they say you should do, but I couldn't find it." Then another thought strikes her, and her eyes widen. "I don't think anyone would have stolen it, do you?"