Dwalin peered at the paper in her hand and let out a harumph gesturing for her to bring it closer, unable to read it from across the small common room.  Dutifully she did so handing the paper to her older father.  He took the parchment and looked at it for several heartbeats.  Velma noticed his grip tigthen, the paper under his old but heavy hands crinkle.  A subtle sign of anger, but then, almost explosively he laughed boisterously.<strong>"Hahaha, this is the funniest thing I've seen in years!" </strong>He held the paper over his head, shaking it and laughing,<strong> "Bwahahahaha, Jakob!"  </strong>He called out to his trusted assistant, a kind but dim human young man,<strong>"A round of ale for everyone, in honor of my girl's new status."</strong><br/><br/>That got the assembled patrons excited.  It wasn't a large crowd tonight, less than a dozen, but they cheered at the call and one man nearby wanted to see the paper.  In moments it was being passed around.  The regulars joined in on the mirth, but one sailor that Velma didn't recognize was the first to voice concern.<strong> "I don't get it, why is this a joke?"</strong><br/><br/>His companion pointed to Velma and said,<strong>"If half the rumors are true, I wouldn't take that bounty for five times that price.  Even if you forget her nephew is one of the masters of the adventurers guild, her Da is one of the town's founders and a hero in his own right.  But you know what they say about a woman scorned?  What do you think it'd be worth if you knew that woman was a potion making alchemist who could probably whip up a batch of lethal poison?  Five hundred coins might be a nice pay out, but not worth that risk.  You'd have to be pretty desperate..."</strong><br/><br/>Any response to that was lost in the roaring voice from the door.  While her nephew Flint was quite often soft spoken (for a dwarf) and relaxed, he was anything but at the moment.  Though the fire in his eyes and the intensity of his glare also said that he was likely stone sober right now.<strong> "You think this is funny?"</strong><br/><br/>He stomped over to the bar where Velma and her father stood before growling, a noise that sounded like an approaching thunderstorm.<strong>"Oh aye, that's too low a fee for any serious adventurer.  But what about some poor sailor who doesn't live in this town?  Someone who doesn't know your reputation, or care about any repercussions? Maybe someone who just lost their wages in one of our town's brothels or gambling halls?  You don't think there's someone out there desperate enough to try to collect this?"</strong><br/><br/>He let that settle in for a moment, giving Velma a chance to respond before adding,<strong>"I want you to hire a body guard, at least till you figure out who posted this." </strong>Then suddenly realizing he was talking to his aunt and not one of the adventurers in the guild he managed he quickly added,<strong>"Aunt Velma."</strong><br/>