Resha holds her sword at the ready as she approaches the door. Avarice not entirely beyond Resha's intellect when it comes to things that aren't squirmy with digestable curves and girly voices as she finds herself curious what's beyond that door that is so expensively decorated. Though part of her hopes just to find the seeds, not that she knows where a house plant keeps them. The rest, well..digestable things with tits and shiny things she can barter are always nice. Resha has always wanted a better sword having not thought much of the sword she has now, what with how every time she glances down she's reminded how little this sword was able to save its previous owner from a fate gurgling and churning helplessly away.