"...that it?  Girl I was raised by a dirty old dwarven<em>warrior</em>as his only daughter; you don't even know what a real threat<em>looks</em>like," Velma stated with a smirk, though she was visibly disappointed as well. "But... I do want to know what he said... so, you tell me what he was talking about, and if it's useful to me<em>at all</em>I might just let you go.<br/><br/>"Oh, and before you start the 'No, promise first!' or try to sell me a lie, remember this: nothing is stopping me from lying about letting you go, I know your scent perfectly and am friends with enough mages to make finding you anywhere in the<em>damn</em>world a breeze, and in fact there's probably enough time for me to rectify the whole 'leaving you alive' schtick if I<em>really</em>wanted to and still be able to consider it justifiable self-defense, scot-free..."<br/><br/>"So... feel like gambling on freedom, or guaranteed prison time or death?" she asked with a grin she picked up from a certain dirty old dwarven warrior as she looked over her glasses, eyes flickering slightly. "Tick, tock..."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sword, gold, though I'll likely be leaving some gold for repairs.  Crossbow I'll take if I am allowed to after they see it goes with the bolts.<br/><br/>If I need to roll an intimidate or etc let me know...</div></div>