<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">ooc - sorry if it was misunderstood, but I actually wrote that Velma spent the whole time trying to gather information.  For two reasons;  1, I’d set a DC of 20, and a 17 meant that she’d failed, but instead of allowing you to retry, i just added a few hours onto the 1d4 that would have been required for her to get a 20 result.   2, I want to keep the story moving along, which I think you’ll enjoy after you read this post.  :)</div></div><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/WSlWSDR.jpg)</div><br/>Velma returned to the home the woman had pointed out, an older, bit of reconstruction, likely re-built in the first year that Laelith had been reclaimed.  Solid, but obviously rushed as the newest settlers worried more about having a completed structure than they did on aesthetics.  Like much of the city it was an apartment tenement, though several of the apartments were either vacant, or empty of their current occupants.  Not especially uncommon as Laelith had a large transient population of sailors and merchants who spent much of their time on ships back and forth to the Faded lands.<br/><br/>Knocking on the woman’s door she was invited in and saw a gruff looking sailor, his hair bleached white with years spent working in salty spray and hot sunlight.  But then the sound of the door slamming behind her made her jump slightly, and a gruff voice called out from behind her.<br/><br/><strong>“You and your husband go to the other room now.”</strong>The voice commanded.  Velma turned to see a hooded figure standing behind the door, a hand crossbow in his hand, though it was currently pointed at the floor.  The husband and wife quickly crossed the room and entered a bedroom.  From which two other hooded figures emerged; an older man and either a slight, effeminate man or a woman (it was hard to tell with their face shadowed).  The sound of the bedroom door locking behind the husband and wife sounded loudly.<br/><br/>But then the figure by the door spoke again, “<strong>So Miss Thunderaxe, it seems we need to talk about you poking your nose where it doesn’t belong.  You were paid for your work, and I think we can all agree that your job has been done.  No need for you to poke your nose into matters that don’t concern you, wouldn’t you say?  We wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen after all.”</strong><br/><br/>The sound of steel being drawn from sheaths of the two others behind her rasped slightly in her ears, the threat being made in the least subtle way possible.