Rules? Tinders? Ziah's mind raced, though she had never been particularly brilliant, and had at times even been mocked by the fey she had lived among by not being as... "sharp", as they often were.<br/><br/>"I am not aware of any rules," the tiefling murmered, stalling for time and nothing else -- the clay-goddess had made it quite clear how this game had to be played. However, besides her bow, flail, and armor, she had nothing of worth to give. "What manner of tribute do you seek, woman? Who are the Tinders you speak of?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>