Twas sadly not the first time she'd garnered attention for bathing the blood off of her nubile nude body.  With some bitterness Velma noted it would likely not be the last time either.  More bothersome however was the fact that she was<em>still</em>horny; she was holding it together pretty well, but dammit if she wasn't feeling the urge to jump someone and ride their bone or rub herself across their mound until she creamed all over...<br/><br/>And such vivid thoughts were not helping her matter.  She was simply happy that she was the only person with the sense of smell strong enough to smell her arousal...<br/><br/>Once she was at the guild, she was taken - as expected - to give a separate statement from the other two.  Naturally they needed to make sure that everything panned out, standard procedure, even though they'd worked with her well enough in the past.  That and if her worst fears were realized-<br/><br/>"Oh hammer smite me, not you..." she grumbled as the Captain showed up to speak to her personally, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Of course it'd be ye..."<br/><br/>She didn't go for the cloak - she figured it was for her, but wasn't about to assume - and sighed as he recapped the story thus far.  His frustration was palpable, especially on her sensitive tongue, and she sighed again as he wrapped up, crossing her arms under her breasts and leaning back in the chair as much as she could.<br/><br/>"Dwarven stubbornness," she quipped, before sitting up properly. "I had a hunch that somebody saw<em>something</em>, but couldn't prove it, and figured you wouldn't waste the time and effort looking into a lead that didn't have a a leg to stand on.  I went looking for proof, found someone promising, but he wasn't going to be back until tonight 'cause that's what fishermen do.  Guess I drew some unwanted attention, 'cause when I got there some dirt-dumb fool from the<em>Cabal</em>- he carried the damn crest and all - locked me in, sent the fisherman and his wife away, and the other two flanked me.  They told me to stop looking into 'things bigger than me,' threatened my life, and attacked me when I refused.  You can figure out how the rest went; ripped one's throat out, the other his arm off and damn near beat him to death with it, but the woman that was there managed to escape before I could get to her.  Stuck around until you showed up..."<br/><br/>She paused, her finger tapping against her upper arm, and forced them to lock eyes.<br/><br/>"The Cabal man had silver bolts.<em>Silver</em>," she emphasized, before gritting her teeth. "Think that was something he carried around just in case?"