Velma found the home of Commander Ferrsisiaris Rekterinias with little difficulty.  Certainly the sight of nudity was common enough in Laelith that she was not harassed, but she was after all a beautiful woman and so did draw the gaze occasionally.  Especially so since she had no collar about her neck and her bearing spoke of the fact that she was a free woman and no slave.<br/><br/>The commander answered the door to her home wearing a light linen robe that came to mid thigh, and linen pants beneath.  Though Velma’s trained eye caught the way the light material cascaded down the woman’s compact breasts and guessed that there was nothing beneath the half robe top.  What may lie under the linen pants was harder to discern however, but that didn’t stop Velma from wondering, especially in the heightened state of arousal she was feeling.<br/><br/>The commander seemed slightly shocked at first that Velma would show up with only a cloth wrapped about her waist, but she hid it well.  “Thank you for coming Miss Thunderaxe, won’t you please come in?”<br/><br/>She invited Velma into her home and it was no surprise that the main living space was sparsly decorated, utilitarian, spartan in nature.  Just inside the door Velma felt a hint of a cool breeze, and her gaze was drawn to an armor rack where the commander’s armor was arrayed, having been freshly polished and readied for the next day.  Now that the armor was off the woman’s body, Velma could see a magical sigil glowing around the inside of the neck, glowing a faint blue, and the source of the very slight cool breeze.  Certainly plate armor of that sort would be uncomfortable to wear in Laelith’s heat without some sort of magical aid.<br/><br/>The next thing that caught Velma’s attention were the floors.  The entire floor of the home was covered in at least an inch or two of sand.  Local sand if Velma guessed, probably from the beach just outside of Laelith’s walls.  It was cool on Velma’s bare feet, but quite comfortable.  It also appeared that the commander took great care in maintaining the floors as there were lines in the sand where it had been raked over and over, and only slight footprints showed in it, signs of her most recent passages through the room.<br/><br/>She gestured to a wooden couch, covered in very thin cushions made of folded linen.  It seemed that the woman preferred a more utilitarian setting over comfort, at least in her furniture.  She asked,<strong>“May I call you Velma, miss Thunderaxe, or would that be too familiar?  If you like, here in my home, you may call me Ferrsi, as I know that my name is sometimes more difficult to pronounce.  May I get you anything?  Food, drink, maybe a robe?”</strong>It was obvious the paladin was trying to be a good hostess, though the gleam in her eyes betrayed excitement, likely at any possible information that Velma had.  Though again in her heightened state of arousal, Velma couldn't help but wonder if there was more going on behind the dragonborn's eyes.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">sense motive check please</div></div>