The mud woman blinked, its head tilted just to the side in a gesture of confusion.<br/>"...extinct? That can't be right. I just saw the leader of the Tinders not three weeks ago. But it's felt like FOREVER!"<br/><br/>She shrugs. "The Tinders are a band of men-folk that set up shop in the Tangle a few years ago.  Call themselves treasure hunters, and this is one of the spots where they store their junk, but...well, every so often, I get a little...hee...playmate in exchange for keeping things safe.  Not sure where they're hiding out now, but I'll bet they're still in the Tangle somewhere!  Maybe they've been stockpiling somewhere new?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>