Her father was angrier than he let on, she figured.  Or at least had to figure; even she was frustrated by a bounty, and Velma didn't have to worry about her only human-dwarf-raised daughter!  Still, better than the alt-<br/><br/>"Moradin's hammer, Flint!" she shouted at his entrance, though truth be told that's about what she expected.<br/><br/>Though she nearly had to get after him for being rude... he still was, but it was within acceptable levels with the quick addon at the end.<br/><br/>"Was about to call you on that<em>nephew</em>," she grumbled, good and (almost) dwarven as she crossed her arms 'cross her chest. "And 'who' is kind of obvious honestly considering my work yesterday and the man whose throat I ripped out of his neck, that lovely little fist-shaped badge on him... more insulted they only set it at 500gp; apparently I'm not so big a problem for them huh?!<br/><br/>"And if you want a bodyguard for me, assign one of your adventurers then," she fished the bag of silver and held it up, making it clang about. "Tell Vii he'll get his silver-shine free next week of something, a full 100 silver's worth.  Otherwise I'll just be more than happy to slit throats until people get the idea I'm not one to trifle with.  Meantime if you're willing to help, I have an idea for you that could counteract this...<em>privately</em>and<em>quietly</em>..."