"Oh right... I can have it ready by then, with ease," Velma explains, taking the sack of silver and adjusting her glasses- "Wait, was that a-?  Gah, whatever."<br/><br/>Heading home was an exercise in bracing herself for dwarven ranting.  Only dwarves liked it, and then only when they were doing it really.  Sadly it was mostly a genetic component, so it took her some time to work up to it.  The fact he was already yelling when she got there boded well.<br/><br/>"Father!" she made sure to shout when she entered, mostly so he would hear her. "Flint's probably going to be stopping by soon.  He's<em>not</em>going to be happy about something.  You won't either for that matter, and I'm certainly already ahead of you on that."<br/><br/>She gave the patrons a look that said 'you might want to leave quickly' as she produced the wanted poster.  Better to get this over with sooner than later...