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The witch stood an high from Syra, a silence coming over the cave following her words. Then the witch leaned over, her hands on her knees, and continued to laugh. "Oh dear. Useless riches. VIle followers. I am deeply sorry, my dear babes," The witch said in between chuckles. "Qunith and Talideth, they are called. They'll do anything you ask. Though they don't always know what's right for them."

Qunith stared blankly ahead at the group as the witch spoke, seemingly ready to attack at the word. The witch began to turn away from the group from atop the slope of the gold hill. She held her long bloom tongs in her hand still from the forge further above them, and used them as a walking stick, laying her weight on the shifting treasure as she walked. "The two Sorillians looking for their ammunitions..." She said vaguely as she mosied. She passed by Otis, giving the boy a one eyed smile, and continued on. "Yes, yes, up here," The witch said as she walked. "Follow me."

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The gruff dward's eyes became focused on the voices across the pool as Seru drank beside him, the witch's voice in particular drawing his ire. "Alright," The dward began, stepping forward toward Seru and grabbing her arm roughly. Venomous puss oozed from beneath his dark dward fingernails as he squeezed her skin. "You've 'ad your water, time ta' cook," He whisper-barked through broken teeth.

"This way," The witch's voice said, as on a hill of gold beside the pool, leading to them, the one-eyed, middle aged figure of a smelter emerged, walking with her bloom tongs as a cane. The gruff dward pulled Seru down to the golden pool-bank, hoping that the figure would not see them below.

"Orthonite shells wrapped around volatile black powder, tis' a dangerous combination," The witch called to her following guests. At the pool below the gruff dward held his breath.

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The witch led them on a golden slop around the pool until she stopped and began to dig through the treasured floor with her feet. "Yes, yes, it is somewhere here. Must be careful. One of these could send us all to the land of the dead." She said, kicking a few chalices away to reveal a nest of twenty metal eggs, the size of a man's head, reflective as night. She turned back to M'kama and the still invisible Otis, and the other approaching members of the team. "What you planning to do with them, I wonder?" She said with a sly smile. "Take over the Rock and all on it?"