[H3] Averine City Docks - Velta Burr [/h3]

Velta had spent the morning looking over the books, old binders and old sells. She had also attempted to dictate several responses to the enthralling offer. Which was exactly what she was doing when Rose walked through the door. Several versions of the same letter lay scattered around her on her desk. She hadn't crumbled them, that would imply impatience, instead they lay in neat rows and piles where Velta could easily see them for reference. 

As Rose started insulting her Velta looked up from her papers with a somewhat confused look, one that said " Who let you in?" but she responded in a much less teasing manner. After all, she was not a fat woman, she just wasn't starving in the streets. 
"[color=a187be] I'm sorry to hear you still can't afford to eat, Rose. Or is it the constant pregnancy sickness that makes it impossible for you to keep down food? Perhaps you should take up swallowing? I hear some men pay for that.[/color]" She didn't so much soften her words as to simply hammer them in harder with a smug look. " [color=bc8dbf]My brothers are hopefully fine, and when they get back to town I'm sure you'll know long before I do. As for things that might interest you, I have dregs, but the finest ones are reserved for someone else. I'm expecting a shipment in the coming days, or weeks. You know how it goes. You are of course free to lock at the rest of the stock, but I know what you prefer... [/color]" She let the words trail off unfinished.