Tinder nods as she listens to him, using her magic to grab the throwing knifes from the wall. She polishes one of the blades with a small clothes that she hauls out from her bag. "Heh, we have that in common it seems. Both of us irritate bad guys, though I feel we do that in very different ways." She looks over at him and smiles, "So, tell me, what did you do to get on the bad side of this gang? Did you rat to the guards about something? Owe them money?"