Tex is already in the hold with the woman and observed her workings with Detect Magic on his own as soon as she appeared to cast some spell. His ears perks up at her sudden shout. Patiently, Tex waits for everyone to arrive without saying anything and avoiding eye contact with the woman. 

Rel takes one last wistful look out over the port city, unsure of what the next minute or two will bring.

She casts and concentrates on her father's Guidance (on herself) and walks down into the cargo hold with an amiably neutral expression.

Bellamy walks down and stands near the hull of the ship with the most cute innocent cat eyes.

As Thren grabs the hand of the woman in an attempt to "greet" her, his hand is instinctually grasped and contorted by the woman and before he can react, she kicks his legs out from under him and hits his chest with the palm of her free hand slamming him downwards to the deck. "Do not attempt to touch me again without my permission. This is your warning." 

Rel's amiable smile disappears, replaced not by a frown but simply by a blank, unreadable expression.  As might seem fitting in response to the strange woman's sudden, disproportionate reaction.  To what Rel thinks is merely Thren's perhaps overly-familiar but essentially harmless approach when meeting females.  I wonder why he didn't kiss Vale's hand, or did he?  In any case, this woman (a... magical monk?) is not one to be underestimated.

She says nothing and waits calmly for the other members of the party to arrive, looking around and seeing everyone present but Zane.

If we're going to be talking, it may likely fall to Zane or me, and he seemed to be the one with the plan...

Zane walks in as well. "I apologize I was taking a catnap."

"Now then, if nobody else wants to try and molest my hand..." She says angrily while staring at Thren on the ground "It appears the crate is intact and there is no sign of tampering." She reaches into her satchel pulling out five sacks of coins. Handing each of you one. Almost magical how they all fit inside of such a small bag that she carries. She then pulls another larger sack out and hands it to Captain Flame. "My companions here will now unload the crate from your vessel and our business is concluded. Lord Agustin will be pleased to hear that is crate arrived intact. Thank you for completing the task."

The three other people attach some straps to the crate and lift it, carrying it out of the cargo hold, up the stairs and off of the ship. They load it onto a cart and begin to wheel it away. 

Once they are gone, Vale rushes to you all and says "What do we do now? How can we follow it?"

Thren “well we could go and try to follow them and see where they’re going, or we can split up” looking at the group “I can see if the temple to Korg here will let us have safe refuge and if you want Vale a place for you to go if crap hits the fan it would also give us a chance to rest up?” 

Bellamy looks up through the ceiling and telepathically communicates with Melby the owl "Follow that crate discretely and report back to me" Then to his companions "I have sent Melby to keep track of the crate. We can wait till my owl reports back or follow from a distance using Melby as a guide"

"I don't know," Tex chimes in worryingly. "I can see Melby doing a fine job in the town and overland, but what will Melby do if they go underground and continue there? Maybe we should follow them directly?"

"Do that if you wish, but I rather not get caught. You have seen how strong that women was. I trust Melby and I can travel along far from the women and still follow the crate" says Bellamy. He places the payment into his pack and readies to disembark the ship

"You're right, we mustn't rush," Tex answers after considering Bellamy's words while collecting his belongings, and then, he tags along.

"I agree with Bellamy.  That woman is too capable not to notice any ordinary attempt to tail her."  Rel sounds frustrated despite the gold received.

"Captain Flame on Water, Zandir or anyone else, did you recognize her clothing, or that of her helpers, as livery or colors of any particular noble house or merchant organization?  The violet vest with the golden trim?  Otherwise, relying on the the owl's scouting sounds best."

She turns to Tex and takes a knee so her face is at the kobold's level, but addresses everyone:  "I think we all owe thanks to Tex here for his careful work concealing our efforts with the crate.  Without that, we might not each have five hundred gold lining our pockets and would likely face other troubles."

Rel then quickly gathers her things and is ready to venture into the strange port city, whether to the temple of Korg as Thren mentioned, to the shops with the newly-earned gold, or to a tavern as the Captain had originally suggested.  In truth, it has been some time since she has had anyone to call a companion, let alone several.  She hopes the group stays together.  Unbidden, she thinks of her lost friend Roywyn and pushes back her own tears.

"Vale, as others have said, you are welcome to come with us, but we have to be patient.  It is clear Lord Agustin and whoever is receiving the crate are not to be trifled with.  And Captain, I know you suggested after our battle with the sea serpent that we visit a tavern for a celebratory drink.  But I suspect after the run in with the pirates and your green friend, that you have other arrangements to make?  Are you truly selling the Dragonfly to be safe?"

Captain Flame nods to Rel "Yes that is the plan. I can no longer be tied to that ship knowing that he is out there looking for me. I plan to sell it as soon as I can, I will take a loss if need be. I plan on staying at the Seaside Inn" He points just over a ways at a two story building made of sandstone brick and wood. "Until I can sell my boat. I'll miss her but this is the best to keep a low profile from the Revelry."

Tex is taken by surprise by Rel's praise for his work that he considered quite ordinary, “Huh … Thank you, it seemed prudent to do it right or not at all,” he offers. Rarely has he been commended for anything in his life, on the contrary they typically came down on him despite his best efforts. In fact, he had learned that it was best not to stand out in any way, a clever slave vexes a master just the same as a stupid one. Somewhat paralysed, for some moments, he stares after Rel when she returns to pack her things. 

Leaving the ship, Tex feels intimidated by the sheer size of the city, not to mention the prospect of stepping into the busy fray between dockworkers, merchants and sailors, most of which would tower over him by a large margin had he not Lizzy to elevate him on eye level. 

Zane follows the leaving group (with crate) with eyes and makes note of their direction and any transportation they may use. It's improbable that they would just carry that crate between people for any longer length of road.

He doesn't say much, but is keenly observing everything going on around them. Whispering to Tex, "It's a massive amount of money, isn't it?"

Quietly to the rest of the group, "Maybe they are that wealthy, but if I were them then I would hint some local gang of our newly found wealth in exchange of a percentage returned."

He's watching to see if anyone else is watching them (perception check: 17)

“It is,” Tex responds eyes blinking, “Lucky for us to have you on our side, if roles were flipped for you we’d be in a tough spot. That thought of yours hasn’t even occurred to me but you may well be right.”

Zane continues to scan the streets and says, "It's a longer story, but I've spent quite a many years in the world of... returning stolen property."

Zane says, "OK, time to move out. Lets do a parallel follow. Two people one street to the left of where they went, two people one street to the right. If you don't notice them after about ten blocks or so then abandon the effort and meet up at the place Thren proposed."