Fíon's face grew somber as Hulwen mentioned his former teacher. "Aye, Baba Vissna. We had the pleasure of hosting her some time ago. She is a fearsome warrior, and a fearsome drinker." The korred stood up, and cracked his neck. "Of course, I would be a poor host if I gave away my guest's secrets. But I will make a deal with you, Prince of Shinning Noon. If you can best me in a contest of strength and skill, I will tell you what I know. Do we have a deal?

The small fey stuck out his hand, still dripping with blackberry juice, waiting for you to accept.