Velma gave the woman a look as she handed her the<em>tablecloth</em>.  Of all things, really?  They already made a mess of the fisherman's home, now she was set to ruin the... nevermind.  Velma just took to cleaning herself as she listened, realizing that the terrified woman likely knew nothing anyhow.  She didn't seem the sort where this was a profession of choice...<br/><br/>She had to laugh though at the monster bit(e); oh, she hadn't heard that one in a while...<br/><br/>"'A monster like me'?  After defending myself against two men whom thought to harm me for attempting to solve the murder of a paladin, one of whom it was clearly premeditated as he brought<em>silver</em>with him?" Velma asked, her question clearly a rhetorical one, which in and of itself made her chuckle more. "No, I don't plan to 'curse' you, and believe me becoming afflicted<em>would</em>be a curse.  Me?  I was born this way, rescued by the Thunderaxe family, and raised to be a right proper member of society..."<br/><br/>She dabbed the last of the blood from her lips, as if cleaning them after a meal... it was either frightening, or funny, unlikely to be both...<br/><br/>"I assure you, I may be a beast, but I am no monster, young lady; the monsters are those I 'hunt,' for lack of a better term," she said, standing up once more, and attempted to tie the tablecloth about her waist, some semblance of modesty she hoped (at least for her lower body). "Now I take it that is all you know, yes?  Let's check on the fisherman and his wife before I contact the guard; I do still need to speak with them, and if you assist me here, I'll see what I can do about getting your punishment reduced as low as possible.  It's likely to be no more than community service at best I imagine."<br/><br/>Velma did need to hurry though; she'd have to make a statement, after getting what she could from the fisherman and his wife.  She hoped that the Paladin was understanding of the current situation...