"...no. Days, at least. I... don't feel hungry, or tired. It sustained me. But it has been a while."

"I see. Do you want to come back with us? Or help to get where you want to be?"

"...who... are you? And why would you help me?"

Thomas gives an exaggerated shrug.

"I told you my name. And in the absence of internet or television, one needs to find ways to pass the time. Might as well help people."

...what.

"Some exiles are less murderous than others," smiles Taharqi.

"Yes, and they congregate in Sepermeru. But I've never seen you there."

"The city of relic hunters is not really to my tastes."

"And yet here you are, hunting relics."

Taharqi spreads his hands and shrugs. "It's not what it looks like."

Thomas snorts and takes the chance to pick up his hammer head to start melding back into place with his green-white crystal.

"Just because we hunt a relic or two, it doesn't make you a relic hunter. Or just for that matter, some people have multiple hobbies."

She rolls her eyes.

"Let's get out of here."

Razma's eyes lower to the mask Taharqi got, then back up to his face.

That... is the least valuable relic in this place. And that's what he's going with.

Hm.

Thomas grins at her eye roll. And tracks her eyes when she looks at the mask. "Aww, but I was going to take some pictures to register our exploit."

"...take some what?"

Thomas very deliberately and slowly fetches his phone in the least threatening way. Then clicks a non-flash picture of her face. He turns the phone around and shows it to her.

"That is a very interesting device."

"You don't know the half of it."

"I don't know half of it, but it's great." He pats his phone. "I am sure we can make you one if you remain well-behaved and promise not to fall in the clutches of evil artifacts."

"Uh huh."

"Take your pictures and let's go, then."

"Aw, you are so good to me."

He starts taking pictures; of course, he wants the others to pose as well.

...no.

Sure!