Oh great smith-gods of the Forge, not again.  Velma's mind went into hiding as the woman droned on and on about the special wool.  Velma knew quite a lot about quite a bit, of which cloth and sewing was not one.  Now brewing and smithing was another story; what Thunderaxe didn't?  Nodding and smiling, her mind wandered to the dark-skinned drow not twenty feet from her (assumptions anyway), her proclivity for nudity, her sensual attitude... come to think of it, Velma herself hadn't been with anyone in a while, perhaps later-<br/><br/>"Oh, yes, here you are ma'am," Velma responded quickly as she handed over the scrap of cloth. "Like I said, it's work related, so anything you can tell me is greatly appreciated."<br/><br/>And indeed she was able to, bless the woman's soul.  Mrs Warl certainly knew her craft better than anyone else Velma knew, and the results of 'not much' were substantial to her.  Someone attempting to look nice, but on the cheap, or someone who wore a 'favorite' garment regularly... both people who likely had money once, but no longer was the implication Velma had (or managed to buy something from one's estate or the like, perhaps).  Both scenarios would greatly assist her in her job...<br/><br/>"That's actually very helpful for me, Mrs Warl," Velma states politely. "I know I interrupted you for this, however briefly.  Is there some way I can compensate you for your time before I leave?"