Jazzle had heard the tale of the origin tree before, and while it always sounded like a nice story it always sounded like pure superstition. Fire, magma, acid, and other things couldn't be quelled by a TREE. Of course he didn't voice that opinion to those present. 

Jazz didn't believe in the origin story, but lots of people in the past did. Even if they didn't find the genuine article in the seed that had created all life, an ancient city where a bunch of voodoo pokin', bone scryin', palm readin' bozos could have a lot of valuable stuff inside. So the goblin nodded his head and grinned, because if superstition was good for anything it could turn a quick buck. 

"You know Kettle you are absolutely cotton picking insane, but that's why I like ya. I'm in!" Jazz said enthusiastically. "There will probably be plenty of loot stored away in ancient vases and stuff we can pawn off easily. My question is if we actually do find this magical seed whatever, what will we do with it? Are we selling that thing off too?"