Welcome to the crazy. (Actually, at the moment, it's rather serious!)

"That is a great task. Thank you."

"It is what we do, and will always do." The ground returns to normal. "Please, enjoy your stay. We have no need of the offerings other beings tend to leave here, so help yourselves." There is, indeed, a large amount of stuff somewhere in the middle of the city.

Maranka wanders around the city, poking the spires.

Stonepaw looks for armor in the offerings.

There is quite a bit of armor, fish, and string in the pile. The spires each glow when she touches them.

He looks for badger size armor.

There's armor all the way up to Rhinoceros. The badger armor, however, is all purple.

[color=turquoise]"Hm..."/color]

"Hmm..."

"Armor."

"I see! Well, that right there looks about right!" he says, pointing to the purple armor.

Stonepaw hefts it up, tapping it in certain areas.

For all intents and purposes it appears to be a well made, normal set of armor. For badgers.

"Hmm..."

Stonepaw sets it on the ground, unsheathing his sword.

She runs to the tower.

The tower appears to be normal. Lots of rooms. Most of them have beds of all shapes and sizes.

Stonepaw lets out a grunt, and light flares on the blade, ancient writing glowing on the tang, as he raises it above his head, preparing to strike.

The armor does nothing at all to stop it.

With a roar, he brings the blade down on the center of the breastplate.

Aaaand nothing happens. However, the armor is made of stupidly strong stuff, and is only a little scratched from the force of the giant badger's blow.

Stonepaw staggers back in shock, dropping his blade.