RolePlay "A fresh Start"

[Meliva]

The woman shouts from the left passage as a small hole opens up

Hey, I had no intention of fighting until you pointed a gun and threatened me. I ought to go and melt all that gold you so desperately want-see you carry it out when it's one giant clump. Or turn it into lead. Or have my bugs eat it and turn it into rum. Emily, feel free to come and chat, but tell your friends to mind their manners if they know what's good for them and their crap. Also, I can make these things on my own thank you very much. Though a little help does make it faster and cheaper admittedly.

The hole seals back up and a wooden door appears. The remaining bugs scurry off into the other passages as Emily quietly but quickly enter's the door as she whispers to the others

Let's try not to make more enemies if we can avoid it. I know this woman, she's honestly pretty crazy. Been making giant bugs and critters and plagues for ages. If she tries anything, then we fight her, but until then, we shouldn't attack unprovoked.

[Henry Avery]

If you work alone, Witch, then why does this entire port reek of the Mistlich?

[Argo]

Parrot summons the courage to return to the scene and flies quietly towards the group. Upon his arrival he hears the words that just be spoke and thinks better of it. He banks and in one movement returns back from whence he came...

[Meliva]

The group goes through the door and see a robed woman sitting on an old chair drinking some wine nearby is a large amount of gold coins and bars kept right below a giant cauldron of bubbling hot magma. She looks to Shade and just shrugs

Eh, that part isn't of my doing. Never said I was working alone, just said I can make monsters with or without any help. I've done so for countless years at this point. Same with plagues. There are 3 major factors working in this port at the moment. I am one of those 3. Originally it was planned to be 4, but Veera decided against it and left. The other 2 were idiots when they stole from her family. I mean seriously, did they think Veera was going to stay and keep helping us after stabbing her in the back like that.

Bloody idiots. Terrible manners too and Poor conversationalists. Doubt I'll work with them in the future. Oh, and if you kill me or try to kill me, that magma get's released and turns all that gold, and you folks into ash. I trust Emily to not hurt me, but you 2 not so much.

[Henry Avery]

I would be willing to bargain. Information is what I want. Long ago, a blade of power was mine. Umbra was it's name. Perhaps you know something of it's location? I would be willing to pay for the information.

[Argo]

Parrot gently swoops down to land near what he thinks is faint goldn glow. It flickers again. He stops. As he approaches the flickering light he begins to brighten. Something catches his eye and he turns his head to see the light coming from the biggest cache of jewels and gold he had ever imagined. Just sitting there exposed shimmering. As he approaches, he stumbles. His natural curiousity forces him to bend over to inspect what had tripped him. He notices something unusual sticking out of the ground. He begins to scratch around it carefully removing the dirt while using his beak to loosen the object and free it up. It is hard work but it has his attention.

[Henry Avery]

He stood, waiting for the witch's answer.

[Meliva]

The robed woman quietly walks over to the parrot, and yanks out what he was digging out, a very fancy looking sword hilt, without a blade. She tosses it to Shade as she goes to sit back down and speaks

Dunno about any blade, other then that hilt. Was given it recently and told to hide it. I barely buried it since I was feeling lazy and didn't care. Oh, I forgot my manners. I am Rhena.

Also, parrot, if you try to take that gold I'll fry you and eat you.

She thinks for a moment

Then again I might know about this blade. Mind describing it? I think one of my, allies in this port might have it. Still not sure what the hell that hilt is for honestly.

[Henry Avery]

This is certainly the hilt of Umbra. As for the blade, it was black, with a purplish hue. It had mother of pearl inlays up and down the center.

[Henry Avery]

He bent over, long, dirt caked fingers grabbing the hilt, lovingly.