Prying open the topmost crate, Ziah notices that her assumptions that there was little of value may have been at least partially correct.  The box was stuffed haphazardly with trinkets; children's toys, brass candlesticks, the odd cracked piece of pounded bone china.  The "Tinders", as the mud creature called them, had clearly been leaving their junk here for safe keeping.  Judging by the layer of dust on a few of the items, it was apparent that they hadn't been back to either add to the pile or withdraw from its contents in quite some time.<br/><br/>Just as Ziah would close this crate in frustration, a glint of light catches her eye from the depths of the box.<br/><br/>A silver hand mirror is stashed near the bottom, somehow unbroken and in surprisingly good shape despite its storage method.  The frame and handle of the mirror are free of any signs of tarnish, and the surface of the mirror is absolutely flawless.  If anything, it could fetch a handful of coins when she could return to civilization.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the mud creature burbles, her arms folded beneath her breasts.  She just grins, observing the tiefling's movements with curiosity.  "Ohhhh, that thing?  That was definitely a choice item that they found.  It's more than just glass and metal, I think.  Something about it...." she trails off, clearly distracted by the view of Ziah's tight posterior kept inside of that leather suit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>