After trying to not imagine her aged father and Mrs Warl... it wasn't hard getting inside her own home/tavern, even with her father sleeping, and making her way quietly upstairs.  Unlike Mrs. Warl, his hearing was still good... enough.<br/><br/>First things first: the<em>wax</em>!  Velma was grinning as she pulled out a couple books, including one on dragonborn physiology, and quickly came up with an idea for a wax able to add - or add to - a healthy natural shine.  She considered adjusting it to fit the individual chromatic colorations of the individual dragons' scales, but that would be a project for a later date: just a basic shine would work great now!<br/><br/>It was about midway into the concoction - as she was waiting for something to settle - that she made the connection: Aged-yet-wealthy clothing in a relatively poor district late at night?  That was<em>bound</em>to stand out!  She swore under her breath like a proper dwarven woman and set about finishing the job at hand - one does<em>not</em>rush quality work! - before she finally found a way to get free and head on out once more.  She had information to gather, down at the docks, about the night before.  With any luck some of the regulars would have seen something...<br/><br/>(OOC: Gather Information: 10+2 + 5 Inspiration = 17, wee : P)