<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/gheXEIQ.png)</div><br/>Velma made it no more than a block from the crime scene when a human in the livery of the High protectorate intercepted her.  Approaching her from the side quickly he came up to her,<strong> “Miss Thunderaxe?” </strong>He asked, even though it was obvious he knew who she was,<strong>“The commander wanted some of us to wait for you to deliver you a message.  She said that she was sorry for snapping and that she begs you’ll return to your home immediately to talk to her.  She said she would wait for you there, away from…”</strong><br/><br/>His eyes shifted around for a moment as if he were looking to see who might be listening,<strong>“...any prying eyes and ears.  She said that she was going to ‘get breakfast’ at your father’s tavern and hoped she’d see you there.”</strong><br/><br/>Strange, the commander never ate at the Split Pig, she must truly be trying to humble herself if this was the case that she was willing to meet Velma on her home turf.<br/><em><br/>ooc = im going to assume you go there first, if you choose not to, please let me know and I’ll edit this bit.</em><br/><br/><br/>Returning home, she found the commander sitting at a table near the tavern’s huge open arches that were currently open letting in the warming morning air.  She sat slowly picking at a huge pile of eggs, as if she were trying to eat as slowly as possible.  Her father stood behind the bar, speaking with one of the cities regulars, but he smiled as Velma returned.<br/><br/>A rare smile, one that meant that the commander had probably over paid for her meal, and generously, for little made father smile like that other than a pretty woman.  While her adopted father wasn’t your typical dwarf, a pile of coins did still tug his interests in the right way.<br/><br/>Commander Rekterinias gestured Velma over to sit with her and asked politely but bluntly,<strong>“So, I assume that they let you do your job?  Did everything go well?  What did you learn?”</strong>