[Raine's visibly feeling the heat; she's forgone her usual jacket and she looks a little pink around the edges. Sun is not her friend.] I imagine you'd have to bribe Asti himself, but as to what he'd accept...

[She shrugs. Winces a little, glances at something over her shoulder and out of view that's probably a turtle. A few moments later she looks back.] And I rather think you'd have a small chelonian riot on your hands.

The temperature aside, however, there's something I meant to ask you. Do you know of any accessible places below the surface of the shell?