<em>Three</em>cults?<br/><br/>"That's two more than I expected," Tialyn mused aloud, almost to herself...But a soft giggle purred from her lips, her slim shoulders lifting in a slight shrug. "Well, at least there's the three of us...More than enough to deal with<em>any</em>trouble we run into-!"<br/><br/>She'd never mention that the men would be doing most of the fighting, of course - That just wouldn't be diplomatic.<br/><br/>She blinked, canting her head to the side - "...Are you all right?" she inquired, innocently - concern flitting across her lovely features, at Timerian's momentary stupefaction!<br/><br/>"Well, I-" she began, about to concur with Timerian's suggestion - Before the THUMP of Ugrash's fist against the martial artist's skull made her gasp...Her eyes going wide! "Oh-"<br/><br/>As she shook off her surprise, Tialyn bit her lip - Her expression oh-so-thoughtful.<br/><br/>"Hmmm...I think Ugrash has a point," she said, at last - After she'd thought it over. "The Palaces of the Rich...It's promising, but it's also a bit<em>too</em>obvious. If anyone else got here before us...They'd head right for that!"<br/><br/>Her lissome legs crossed with a smooth scrape, as she brushed sand from her desert hood - "...Let's visit the City of the Dead. After all...They won't be needing their treasures..."