The mud creature finished assuming a more solid skin, looking very much like a firm statue belonging in the Baron's holdfast, yet the mud around its ankles still maintained that semi-liquid flexibility as it took a few steps closer to Ziah's bank, its hips swaying with each pace.<br/><br/>"Hmm-hm...doesn't matter, really.  It's all about how you fill your time in the world, isn't it?"  The creature drew a hand over its head, its fingertips seeming to form up a slicked mane of fine strands of the carved muck, creating the image of long hair to frame that surprisingly lovely face.  "Now.  If you're new, I'm assuming that you've been told the rules?" she extended her right hand, her left kept planted on her hip.  "You offer something for my little collection down below, and I let you take what you need from the cache.  The Tinders employed me here for years now to keep this little spot safe."<br/><br/>She gestured all around her, smiling broadly.  "But...failure to comply means that YOU become part of my...hee hee...collection down below. So. What will it be?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>