The Chip looked around to a sea of faces that didn't seem to have an answer ready. He sipped from his mug, savoring the silence. "You think that we'd know this, I mean I'm on a contract for the moles," Sela said, "But we never really eat around them because they send us off on details like the bazaar, especially now that the harvesting is mostly done for the season." "One more thing that we don't know, but could probably find out," Chip said, "Okay River, who else?" "Well there's this melange colored fox I think-" River said. "Lord Henry Richards? The Red on black?" Chip said. "I thought it was black on red," River said, taking a sip of her mug. The bench seating left the corvid looking like a tiny otter child in an adults seat. "Does that matter?" Sam asked, still gaping at her mug, as it unsure of the contents. "It matters because he's on our side. He is the one that told us about the contest...Oh Nithe! He's our Lord of Swords. We need to..." Chip said. "Are you about to say that we need to woo him?" Sam said, incredulously. Chip looked to his two friends. "We need... to win him over to our side, is what we need to do," Sela said, "If I'm to be understanding you correctly. I'm right, aren't I?" Chip nodded, and Sela pumped his paw. "Aw, in your raft! I landed it in your raft! Booyah!" Sela said. "I'm sorry, what?" River replied "It's a colloquial term for I got something right for once," Sam said, turning to Chip. "HEY!" Sela smirked, "I get things right all the time, like lunchtime and dinnertime..." "Those are just times of the day, Sela you can't get those wrong." Sam grinned, playing with her blue bow. "You'd be surprised, Sam. You'd be surprised."