Welcome to Gaia! ::

The door opens onto a rather lavish looking office. Thick oriental rugs cover the floors and fine hangings from Scotland, Arabia, China, and a host of other unknowable sources adore the walls. Items that can only be described as a king's ransom in treasure are piled into the corners and spilling out of the closets. At the center, a massive desk carved out of a single piece of wood of the likes neither of you have ever seen, crafted so beautifully and finely that you could swear it was still alive. Across the back wall were swords, always in sets of four one-handers. Every style one could think of and following a common trend. The top set was lavish and expensive looking, the bottom plain and servicable. The middle set was missing.

And of course, sitting in a lavish chair at the desk, with his feet atop it, is The Man himself!

James Morgan, pirate extraordinair and "collector" of everything and anything that could be of value. A medium height Nekokin with short fur in gold, brown, and blue wearing a wide brimmed hat and a silver vest with tan cargo pants. Over his right eye rests a plain looking monocle.

"Ah Torment dear boy! Good to see you. I've been expecting you of course, ever since this came into my possession."

It should be noted that next to Morgan's feet was a dome covered by a sheet, and that seemed to be where Torment's finger was.

Also next to those feet were two of the swords from the wall, curved sabres.

For all intents and purposes Torment seemed to be as puzzled as she, his gaze flitting about the walls and various items only briefly before resting a quizical eye on James. The stump seemed to throb while the finger itself likely reacted similarly, his voice taking a moment to gather, "W-... er, you seem to have me at a bit of a disadvantage, which I would hope is intentional on your part, for it usually is. Just who might you be, and where, pray tell, did you come across the band with the rest still attached?"