<strong>"Neither miss Thunderaxe," </strong>he said with a slight tilt of his head,<strong>"I suppose more as a friend, and a loyal customer." </strong>Vii reached behind his back and from his belt pulled forth a small pouch,<strong>"One hundred silver coins, the standard rate I recall for the polish I like so much?"</strong><br/><br/>Velma knew what he meant, it was a popular item with warforged.  A mixture of oil and powdered silver that was both a very mild abrasive and also a polish for the metal bits of their body.  It quite literally polished their metal surfaces to a mirror sheen.  Expensive at ten gold coins for such a vanity item, but Vii could afford it.  The fact that he paid for it in silver showed that he was wise enough to realize that the silver coins were not only currency, but also a key component in making the material and was one of the small points of kindness that only came from loyal customers.<br/><br/><strong>"I hope to have it by next week, if you are still alive." </strong>He turned and began stomping off down the street before Velma even had a chance to realize that he'd ended on a joke.  Most people thought 'forged' were emotionless, but that wasn't true, they just tended to hide their emotions, and in this case humor, better than other races.  Speaking of emotions, she heard her father yelling inside the tavern.  Not anger though, annoyance, and it was likely that one of the customers had simply spilled a pitcher of ale, which was always a sure way to get the older dwarf yelling.  She looked at the wanted poster one last time, Flint would be along shortly if Vii was right, and doubtlessly he would be more protective of his 'aunt' than Vii had been.  Moradin knew that her father certainly would take the matter quite seriously.