"Well, that depends on the item in question, though most of my wares require no magical ability at all. In fact, many were designed to give non-magical folk a way to use it. If the magic is in the ring, boot, or whatever else, and there is a mechanism to cast it, then the user simply has to activate it." Bartley was actually happy to make conversation for once, at least now that it was about his specialty. This, however, was quickly replaced with skepticism when Colby asked about the fire ring. In his experience, it was often kids like him that got into trouble with these things, and so he was quite reluctant to sell potentially dangerous apparatus to children.
"Maybe the best way to go about this would be to scare him? If he sees a rather large display, maybe he'll refrain from getting into trouble with it while my back is turned." He sifted through his bag and picked out the ring, holding it as if it were dangerous to even touch. He slowly slipped the ring on and held his hand out towards the wolf statue. "You see, Colby, if you press this button..." He gingerly tapped on the button on the side of the ring with his thumb, and a small jet of fire came out. However, he then held the button down, and flailed around, stumbling backwards as if the force from the recoil of the flames was too strong to withstand. He then dramatically stumbled backwards into a bush. This was supposed to be the end of the display, but he forgot to take his thumb off the trigger, and the dry leaves immediately caught fire, singing the back of his robe. He leaped up and yelped in pain, shaking the ring free of his finger and clutching at his canteen, pouring a small pond's worth of water onto his back and the bush. Panting, he looked the kid in the eye. "That's why I don't like to use it often".
"If the kid wasn't scared by the recoil, he surely will be now!"