<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Disclaimer:</div><div class="spoiler_body">Disclaimer:<br/>I am making this post by using voice to text. Please forgive the brevity of the post as well as any errors I may have missed during the editing. I assume you would rather have a short post than wait any longer for a longer one while my wrist recovers. Thank you and again apologies for the lengthy delay.  </div></div><br/><br/><br/>The flagon of ale let Velma get her bearings with the gnomish woman. Tinka seemed to be a chatty woman of younger years, though Velma’s trained critical eye would have guessed perhaps a decade older than herself. Her animated face and jovial attitude however lent her an air of youthful enthusiasm that seemed common in the gnomish folk however. Certainly gnomes were typically more bubbly and optimistic than the more dour attitude that dwarves often wore like a comfortable cloak, though thankfully without the blissful enthusiastic disdain of the halfling folk. Of course Velma knew better than to judge a book by it’s cover. She looked human, but was a wearpanda who had dwarven sensibilities. No, stereotypes could be a good start, but never the end all and be all. Still, Tinka was obviously intelligent, and sharp eyed, and it made sense why Flint thought she would make a suitable bodyguard. What the woman lacked in stature and brawn she certainly made up for in a keen mind and quick senses.<br/><br/>So after Velma seemed ready, it was that the short woman looked up and asked, “So what’s the plan boss?”<br/>