The note of her punishment seemed almost as if Velma had slapped the woman in the face, and her eyes narrowed and her mouth closed shut, her jaw tightening.  But she nodded her head and instead said,<strong>"What about..."</strong>her voice cracked as she looked at her two former comrades and she just gestured down at the bloody corpses.<br/><br/>Velma had a moment to think about it though as she opened the door to the bedroom of the fisherman and his wife.  With her senses keyed up from the transition to her beast form, she still had her scent ability on high alert.  So the overwhelming reek of fear and panic that suffused the room hit her like a wet towel thrown in the face.  But a quick check of the room showed that it was empty, not that there was many places to hide in the small bedroom.  The open window which led to the street below seemed like the obvious place that they'd gone, a hunch that was confirmed by a long bit of netting, easily thirty feet, that was tied to the post of the bed and draped out the window, reaching almost all the way to the street below.<br/><br/>A quick inspection of the room turned up what one would expect in a bedroom of a fisherman and his wife, with nothing much of interest being found, at least not without a more careful searching of the room.  But Velma turned as she heard the woman behind her,<strong>"Ran off eh?  Damark promised them they'd be safe if they stayed in their room and didn't interfere.  But they probably fled as soon as the door was closed.  Johns was threatening them before we came out, and you don't really want to mess with someone wearing a Cabal pin anyways." </strong>She hesitated and said,<strong>"You know, there's a guard station only a street and a half over, if they went there, won't be long till the Defenders show up."</strong>