"Oh dear what in the name of the great forge is that-" she was grumbling as she made her way downstairs in preparation for her bath, then reminded herself that gnomes were small, smaller vocal chords, and thus higher-pitched voices. "Oh...right..."<br/><br/>She couldn't help but feel that perhaps she'd made a terrible mistake... but she'd still be useful perhaps.<br/><br/>"Not so much friend as  'bodyguard" courtesy of family," she replied, before nodding slightly. "Yes, I'm Velma, nice to meet you, now I'm going to fix my bath and bathe.  Quit with the Draconic spell-speak in the bar too; neither of us want it accidentally on<em>fire</em>..."<br/><br/>Back to a bath, to relax, wake properly, and see just how 'close' she was planning to stick to her.