And of course there was the dismissal.  A shame too; Velma found this one<em>interesting</em>.  She bit her tongue and went with it though; he didn't seem to realize the cloth was in her possession still, and that was the best lead she had, physical one anyway.  She bid him farewell as well, and went about her way back through the city.<br/><br/>Rather than go home though, or about the rest of her plans per se, Velma thought it most prudent to find both the Commander Paladin, and if the cloth was anything of note, or could be pointed in someone's direction.  Velma figured the Paladin was supposed to espouse patience; she'd check on the cloth before the Captain remembers she had it.  Luckily she knew an expert in cloth, one who was a downstairs neighbor to an old drow friend of hers...