The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Adleth: XX

"You want to fix the bar?" Adleth asked the specter. It was dawning upon her, they had just received the place but in reality this spirit.. Lif, he wanted the bar to be lively again, didn't he? A mug floated into the air and angled downward twice imitating a head nodding.

"Well.. that explains that.." Asher said from the door frame. "Can we.. see you?" Asher inquired about the ghost. A moment of silence followed, a dusty sheet was removed from a table top, revealing the glossy hardwood below, draping over an unseen figure's head she finally witnessed the ghost. "Are you human?" Asher asked this time Adleth could hear a little bit more confidence in his voice. Slowly the sheet descended into the sides of Life's head revealing long pointy ears, but not as long as her own.

"Half-elf." Adleth concluded. "He's a half-elf.." Adleth walked towards the door where Asher was, ready to bolt out of the place.

"So if we.. fix the bar.. Will you be happy? Cause we're on our way right now to buy some fixes so-" Adleth watched as Markos was cut off a dusty table rolled over to him. On the table she had to stand on her toes to look at what was being written in the dust.

"Yes." Was the written response.

"Ah.. I see." Adleth mutterted. "Well we'll just.. Be going to hire some wood workers, it shouldn't take us long." She grabbed Asher by the arm and pushed through the doors behind the two of them. "Let's get going." She snapped quickly as they rushed out of the manor, Markos and Herod in tow. Her years in the criminal world had never prepared her to reason with a ghost, and she was certainly not sticking around to make sure they did a good job.

"So are we just not gonna talk about the ghost?" Herod inquired as he pulled Markos with them.

"Nope. What ghost?" Asher challenged them as they walked away from the manor. "So.. metal shop first?"

"The metal guild near the docks is the best in my opinion." Adleth started, it was true, some of the smiths near the docks were the absolute best in their craft, made her two short swords a few years back, they hadn't failed her yet, and Adleth suspected they never would. "But logistically they can't move their equipment to TrollSkull everyday. Luckily, I've been around here. Small walk that way." Adleth pointed in a diagonal direction to their left. "We'll find Steam & Steal, Heitia, an old friend of mine told me they were pretty damn good. Now let's get a move on." She was unsure whether she was supposed to lead them but did it anyway it wasnt like.. Waterdeep was her city but she knew it better than these blokes. The roads were stained with dry mud, pretty common for summer, though some of them had wheel tracks despite it being a narrow road. Adleth made a mental note on each store they passed as they headed to this 'Steam & Steel' . It was a funny name, and honestly by the rumours of who ran the shop a little on the nose. "I hate puns.." She grumbled.

"Is.. is that it already?" Asher sounded slightly skeptical as Adleth arrived before a large store front.

"I did say it was close." She reminded him. The storefront was a tall yet narrow white paved cobblestone building with a hard stone roof as opposed to the shingle roof buildings which surrounded it. Steam bellowed from its chimneys at an unprecedented rate for a moment Adleth feared there was an in house fire, and not the kind they wanted. Hanging above the white oak and cold rode steel door was a sign made from twisted silver and a large mock piece of an anvil written with leather straps for letters; Steam & Steel. "And probably love their puns.." She added before swinging open the door. The interior was built like a flower shop, a large bench for sitting next to the wall's entrances. The front held a long black marble counter with a bell, and a small door to enter the actual forge that was plainly visible for all to see. It's different from Golden Hands, Adleth noted to herself, vastly different.