You are now the amulet of silence.

Or more specifically, you are the imprisoned soul of a puppy that is being used to power the amulet’s enchantment.

And don’t worry bro, you’ve got this. You’ve silenced much greater mages than this lady. You’ve had master wizards screaming “Slowfall! Slowfall!” to no avail, skilled conjurers frantically trying in vain to summon a Daedric sword, and trained healers baffled at why their Cure Poison spells did nothing. After each of these instances, you ended up with a new owner. Unfortunately, your animalistic mind is far too simple to understand the reason behind this.

But seriously, you’re doing fine. Rock on, motherfuckers.