A grunt was Velma's only response to 'not getting in trouble'; she'd do what she damn well please she would!  Still, if it made him relax some she'd get a 'bodyguard,' if for no other reason than when she would inevitably have to rip  man's throat out she'd have someone there to 1.) vouch for her, and 2.) help her 'calm down' after.<br/><br/>To that end, well...<br/><br/>"Tinka works, sure," she replied with a shrug. "Something tells me you'd rather her in my hair than yours."<br/><br/>That and gnomes tended to be rather kinky, so again part 2...<br/><br/>"I'll expect her at sunup then, now let's talk," she responded, ignoring the grumbling old man whom knew only reason he wasn't included was because he was managing the place and little else. "Stubborn old axe-head he is..."<br/><br/>Once they were safely able to speak without being deliberately overheard...<br/><br/>"So nephew, concern and all aside: Cabal is the one doing this I'd bet my business on it considering last night I had one's esophagus as my dinner," she adjusted her glasses, frowning, and recrossed her arms immediately after. "Brought silver bolts to try and 'deter' me too even.  Related to the murder of a paladin I was investigating, found out about some 'rat lord' who is responsible, likely living in the sewers... any information, or thoughts about that name?  Heard it before?"