<strong>“It does help, thank you Miss Thunderaxe.  Once again you live up to the fine reputation that your father and nephew have built in this town and I hope you know I appreciate it, despite my snapping at you earlier.” </strong>The words were delivered clearly and honestly, and with a slight nod, as if with respect.  It didn’t feel like she was living in her father’s shadow when the commander said it, but more a confirmation of respect for the elder dwarf.<strong>“But I think that this is far enough as far as I’m concerned.  There’s no need to share any more information with you.”</strong><br/><br/>She pushed the bag of coins across the table with one blue taloned hand towards Velma.  But when Velma reached for it, the scaly hand pressed down on Velma’s hand and she lightly squeezed the woman’s wrist saying,<strong>“Though I could use another batch of that amazing alchemical polish that you made for me.  You know, the one that made my scales seem to absolutely glow?  Do you think you could make me up a batch and bring it to my home later tonight?”</strong><br/><br/>Velma looked at the dragonborn for a moment.  What polish?  She literally had no idea what the commander was talking about.  She’d never made any sort of alchemical polish and she’d certainly never sold any to the woman before.<br/><br/><strong>“My home is across the plaza from City hall, half a block down onyx road.  I own the small building with the blue painted door and the black staircase.  Any time after sunset would be fantastic if you think you can manage it?”</strong><br/><br/>The dragonborne’s eyes pierced into Velma, as if willing her to understand some secret hidden message.<br/>