The dragonborn was greeted with a smile and a wave, and it was either cold or she was just that horny; Velma's nipples could cut diamonds at this point.  She came in at the polite offer, and honestly the spartan nature of the home was not surprising.  Paladins after all were not known for frivolity.  Still, seeing the woman out of her armor was interesting, almost as interesting to note she wore not a bra.  The sand however was interesting... specifically how it was everywhere.  A meditative practice perhaps?  It was strangely nice, warm, and soft...<br/><br/>The thought of getting fucked in it however did not help matters.<br/><br/>"Velma is fine," she responded as she went to take a seat, removing her tablecloth-skirt and setting it beneath her on the couch, a tad distracted for the moment. "Something to drink, please.  I'd like to get the taste of blood out of my mouth.  I'm - quite unfortunately - rather full otherwise, Ferrsi..."<br/><br/>She took a moment, looked the woman over, and with a grin was able to provide some more.<br/><br/>"And someone's clearly excited," she quipped, crossing her legs, bouncing her top leg gently (if only so it wasn't as clear she was 'excited' to see the dragonborn). "As you might suspect, I do have some information for you.  Would you believe me if I told you the Cabal was involved?  And that one of them brought silver bolts to 'deal' with me?"