Paladins... being almost sneaky?  That... that was almost concerning, and at the least Velma found it odd enough she actually decided to change her plans, following the man's redirection towards her home.  First thing to do though: two mugs of fine dwarven ale.  Either one for both of them - first option - or two for her - if first option failed.<br/><br/>A smile at her father as she came in the door, and she continued to smile as she worked her way behind the bar and fixed to of the drinks she so loved.  She brought them back out as she sat across from the dragonborn, offering one of the mugs before sipping at her own.  Never not a good time for a good dwarven brew!<br/><br/>"Yes, they let me work, then dismissed me, and the short of it is you were right to call me," she answered, reaching into her pocket to produce the cloth. "Well... from the beginning... the theory I'm working with is that 'he' was murdered by someone capable in enchantment spells.  He was in there, had it locked from the inside, but I found evidence suggesting he was killed by a swarm of sewer rats under potent enchantment magicks.  I also have evidence suggesting that someone watched from the only window into the place as it happened, but had to flee quickly.  Hence where I got this...<br/><br/>"If it helps any, he died fighting, no longer than eight hours ago." she stated, an offering of condolences in essence to the warrior woman. "It would really help if I knew<em>why</em>he was there though..."