The elder guardsman nodded his head at her request and then told Jandance<strong>"See that she goes straight away to the captain after washing, and gives her report." </strong>He took one look at her nude body and added,<strong>"No dwadling soldier."</strong><br/><br/>Jandance gave a slight salute and then in a soft voice asked Velma to come with him.  The fountain wasn't large enough to bathe in, but was large enough to scoop handfulls of water out and clean herself off.  People were just beginning to move about the city in the cool evening air as the sun set, and the looks that she garnered stopped once she was free of blood.  Seeing a naked woman walking about Laelith wasn't a big deal, but a bloody one was after all.<br/><br/>The pair went otherwise unmolested to the guard house, where Velma saw the fisherman and his wife still talking to one of the defenders, but Jandance steered Velma far away from them, apparently wanting to keep them seperate.  It made sense, if she had to tell her story to the captain they didn't want her hearing the other side.  She was led to a small room, one that seemed to serve as double duty for storage of arms and armor.  Three racks held well oiled and cared for, though obviously well used armor, each bearing the  crest of the Laelith defenders guild.  Also racks of short swords, long swords, spears, and shields.  She was seated at a table in the room and left there by Jandance with a promise that he'd bring her a cloak in a few minutes.  The door was left wide open, showing that she was obviously 'trusted' enough to be left alone in a room full of weapons.   It was a little while, maybe fifteen minutes, before Captain Naran entered the room bearing a stack of paper and a string wrapped length of writing coal.  Under one hand he had a very old, very worn, but clean cloak, again bearing the faded crest of the Laelith defenders on it.  He closed the door, which latched with a resounding clunk of a heavy door mechanism, though she didn't hear the sound of a lock setting into place.  He set it down on the table next to Velma and then sat across her with a grimace.<br/><br/>He looked at her silently for a few heart beats and then sighed.<strong>"So the story we have is that the wife spoke with you earlier in the evening, and then a few minutes later was approached by a man bearing the crest of the Cabal.  He offered her fifty gold coins if he could talk to you in private before her husband did.  She agreed, and then when her husband got home, the Cabal member returned with a man and woman in tow.  The man and woman asked the two of them to stay in the bedroom, then left to the main living space.  A minute later they heard the sounds of combat, and what sounded like a wild animal's roar.  They fled the apartment to get help."</strong><br/><br/>He shifted a few papers and looked down at one and then looked back up.<strong>"Our guards went to their home to find you alone, with two men, both of whom are quite dead.  You have one obvious injury, and are found naked, covered in blood."</strong><br/><br/>He templed his fingers and peered at her for a moment and then picked up the writing stick and pulled a clean piece of paper out before saying,<strong>"So would you like to tell me your side of the story Miss Thunderaxe?  Starting from the point when I told you this morning that it was the job of the Defenders to solve crimes and you were dismissed from the case that you were apparently investigating?"</strong>His tone took only a hint of annoyance and it seemed clear to Velma that he was trying to remain impartial and factual at the moment.