Reclaim a most precious gift

You follow Clodagh, your new friend, staggered at where you are. How do I always get talked into these things? you ask yourself as you walk through the streets of the Guilded City.

"I'm sorry, I still don't get what exactly you need me for."

"We're getting something back that was taken from me" Your fiery haired accomplice stated

"Okay, I understand that much, but why me?"

"Well, there's a couple of reasons, but I think of the biggest is that I tend to get distracted, and carried away."

"So, what do you need exactly? For me to keep you on task for the thing you really need?"

"You'll know when it happen. For now, you just do the talking. I'll step in when I need to."

"If you say so. Where are we going?"

"A haven of scum and miscreants. Should be fun."

You gulp hard as you follow her through a series of alley's into what appears to a fighting club, judging by the image of the boxer outside. Stepping inside, it's quite a different matter. There's no fighting taking place here, although everyone looks like they could easily do so. The plethora of long knives and darkened clothing suggests this a den of thieves and rogues.

"Now what?"

"Just be my backup" Clodagh replies as she moves headlong into a building you two clearly don't belong in. The constant gaze of prying eyes makes that clear. She heads with clear vision towards a tiefling knave practicing throwing knives at a target. He becomes defensive the moment he sees Clodagh approach her, turning one of his blades toward her. Clodagh doesn't even bother to talk, and even makes minimal effort to avoid the attack, instead barreling towards him, shoving him into the wall he threw his knives at.

"Where is it!?" She calls out. If she didn't already have everyone's attention, she clearly has it now. A few stood up and started to walk towards you slowly. You retrieve your rapier, causing you turn away from what's going on.

"None of this concerns any of you" You let out with feigned confidence "just let us take care of this, and we'll be gone."

"what the fuck are you talking about?" You hear behind you in a strained voice

"Don't fuck with me Triat!" Clodagh's voice grew deeper "You robbed me in the middle of the night. The one thing I held of value, and you took it!"

"You owed me!"

"Bull shit!" A heavy slam pulled your attention, as none of the audience was getting involved. Clodagh had grabbed the tiefling by his skull and drove it into the wall "He would still be alive if you weren't such a fucking coward. YOU. OWE. ME." As Clodagh's anger rose, so did her height. Somehow, she was growing in stature and strength as her rage filled her.

"You stupid country bumpkin" Triat responded angrily, struggling desperately "You were the only one who actually thought he loved you. You're better off without the ring"

Clodagh let out an inaudible yell as she continued her barrage against this fool of a rogue, who doesn't realize just how perilous of a position he's in. She hammers away at him with fists the size and strength of stones, and you quickly get the sense she won't stop until he's dead...