My army of chaos was becoming a millstone of debt, negotiations to reduce expenses did not turn out the way I wanted, the weakling thief convinced the others that half shares were too good to give up, and seeking others to the cause only dredged some misbegotten halfling meat wrangler who was not tempted by my offer.
The elf was more successful in getting the half-butcher to join us, although I suspect some magical charm was involved, or perhaps a multitude of breakfasts, who knows the ways of these pointy eared types, especially those who reject the glories of anarchy.
Our great warrior sought the statue at Bone Keep, since cleared out of vermin through the shedding of much blood and now under the Baron's demesne, taking the tomes we secured from the tower the statue responded by animating and serving us, moving of its own will, it seemed overly enamoured by the elf and his law-abiding ways, and gave me and my comrades a stony eye.
The statue, now apparently our guide and advisory, told us of ancient burial spots where treasures could be retrieved, in particular the resting place of a wayward elven warrior maiden of some renown who had an affinity with the elements, so we assembled an expedition of sorts and wound our way along the river to where a great tomb stood in the mountains.
Entering we encountered a water weird of some kind extended from a fountain, which grabbed at one of us but we were able to slash at its aqueous tentacles and disperse it, a door was opened by use of the remnants of liquid and we soon found ourselves deep in the tomb and the location of the interred elven witch.
We returned to the encampment to prepare another sojourn into the tome and do battle with the sodden creatures within. Mal Nod advised me in prayers not to trust this statue creature, perhaps it will perish in this mountain of moisture, and we can watch its wretched stony features dribble away into the dust.