Velma made her way to the tavern and inn known as D'nai's rest.  Owned by one of the master mages, Master D'nai owned the property even though it was managed by one of his talented (and rather attractive) slaves.  Due to the time of day, Velma wasn't terribly surprised to find that Dawn and Stephanie Anathitae were out.  Those two had made quite the splash among the adventures guild already in their short time in Laelith.  Dawn a promising mage, her sister a nimble and capable knife wielder.  Of course, their reputation for the devotion to the shonite faith meant they were known more for their erotic actions than their mental or physical skills.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/2OzuZ1x.jpg)</div>Still, Velma left the package at the bar, with a note for the sisters and then returned home to the bar to help her father.  However she was stopped in the streets within sight of the tavern by an imposing figure.  Vii, pronounced as if it rhymes with 'eye,' was a massive warforged.  Standing six foot and six inches in height, his metal body gleamed in the early evening sunlight.  The haft of his mighty warhammer showed over his back shoulder, and he wore a simple toga like garment covering his body.  It wasn't unusual to see warforged 'unclothed' but the layer of cloth did keep sunlight off their metal forms, thus cutting back the amount of potentially blinding glimmers and glints from their form.  He held out a thick three fingered hand when he saw Velma approaching and spoke in a deep bass voice that sounded like wind blowing through a long wooden cylindar.<br/><br/><strong>"Velma Thunderaxe, I would speak with you for a moment." </strong>He gestured to the corner of her father's tavern, just out of the hustle and bustle of the main thoroughfare.  It was still too public to worry about anything, and this close to her home nothing bad could happen, right?  When he stood in the shade offered by the building, he pulled out a parchment of paper with a crude drawing of her face on it.  He handed it to her without a word.  On the note, below the crude drawing of her face, complete with eyeglasses, it read  "Bounty; proof of death of Velma Thunderaxe.  500 gold.  Payment will be delivered within one day of completion of the act."<br/><br/>She read it twice before looking up at Vii and he nodded his head,<strong>"Obviously no one of any reputation is stupid enough to try to collect a bounty that low, for someone so well connected in the city.  But these flyers have just been appearing.  No one knows who is handing them out.  Flint is very angry.  I would expect him by nightfall.  But I thought you should know before he arrived.  Also, watch your back."</strong><br/><br/>Vii's thick fingers flexed and he shifted slightly, it was hard to read the manners of a warforged with a set face plate like his was, but Velma got the distinct impression that he was angry.