"But... but look at the dust," Ziah said, glancing back into the crates and picking out a small, useless bauble. "Are you sure your view of time isn't a bit... different, than other peoples'?" The tiefling hesitantly stepped forward, tilting her head and caressing one hand along the clay woman's shoulder. "I have to go. I'm searching for someone -- a girl, kidnapped and taken here a short time ago. But... think about what I said, alright? Try to determine if the Tinders really are going to come back."<br/><br/>With that, Ziah leaned forward and pressed a tiny kiss on one earthy cheek before turning, and waving. "I have a job to do -- I hope you find your path. Thanks for your help."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>