<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/qNcfLb5.jpg)</div><br/>The woman seemed hesitant for a moment longer, but then let out a long deep sigh.  Velma’s strong nose detected a slight hint of something in the air when she did, an ozone smell, like the air right before a thunder strike.  But her lips pulled back in a little bit of a smile.<strong>“Well, you’ve done me several solid favors already today, and I did ask you for the wax.  Even though it was only as a ruse, a cover, you delivered through on this.  I suppose,”</strong>she paused and actually chuckled lightly,<strong>“I should have known to take your dwarven literalness into account.”</strong><br/><br/>She gestured for Velma to follow her,<strong>“Come then, and I trust you will be discreet about this.  Only a very few have ever entered my home beyond the greeting room.  I don’t know if it’s my desire for privacy or some deeper connection that traces back to my draconic heritage, but I’m very protective of my home.  I know you won’t abuse this trust.”</strong><br/><br/>She led the way back into her home, past a kitchen with small table and chairs into a hallway.  The soft sand gave way to the cool stone floors that made up much of the city.  The home was decorated very sparsely and there were no decorations on the walls.  She walked past two closed wooden doors and opened a third, ushering Velma into a decent sized bedroom.  One wall was dominated by a large free standing closet made of a dark wood, and on other walls hung weapons and shields, many of which bore the holy symbol of Bahamut.  They looked functional and well cared for, but also highly decorative.  As if they were weapons that once held meaning to the woman but had been retired to a place of respect.  The ‘bed’ in the center of the room followed the same pattern as the rest of the home, spartan in nature.<br/><br/>It was a heavy wooden framed affair with a rightly woven rope mattress, like a suspended hammock that did not sway in the frame.  She took a thin pad, which was rolled at the foot and spread it across the ropes, providing a slightly more stable surface, then swallowed.<strong>“I can count on your discretion can’t I?</strong>