Lady Mo swiftly caught the hatchet as it zipped through the air. Her fingers gripped the shaft as she spun it around her hand in an intimidating flourish. "It would do you good to never draw a weapon against me again, unless you have a death wish." She said as she pointed the hatchet at Mithias' vampire-specific weapon belt. The hatchet glowed slightly in her hands as she looked down at it again. With one hand on the wooden shaft and the other on the stone edge, Mo whispered in a language unknown to the vampires before her. Wood and minerals are of the Earth, and as such they have spirits and thought, for those who care enough to listen. 

The hatchet told the tale of its passing from hand to hand. In it's early days it caused bloodshed and horror, only later to be shared in times of smoke and peace. Lady Mo also saw it's passing from Bedivere to Mithias. Lady Mohowauuck opened her eyes and glared at Mithias with scrutiny.

"You wish to foster a temporary peace with us?" she asked in a tone colored with suspicion and doubt. Even though she had seen that this is what Lord Bedivere wanted too, she couldn't shake the feeling of unease. "You cowards who fight alongside lesser beings and slay your own kin, you of so little worth wish to fight beside true greatness?" Mo held onto the hatchet tightly as she spoke. "I'm going to have to think on this ridiculous offering of peace... and I'm keeping this." she said, gesturing to the hatchet.