"You should try and be more careful." Valetni said somewhat awkwardly, his voice hoarse and scratchy from disuse. He cleared his throat before turning to the approaching brother Zato.<br/><br/>The elderly monk appeared to have some sort of facial tick. It was common among the elderly as their bodies and minds began to fail them. Valetni shuddered, of any fate that may befall him, from being buried alive to being burned alive to being dragged down to hell for all eternity, none he could think of gave him the same cold dread as becoming trapped in a body that was slowly becoming less and less his own, and a mind failing him when he most needed it.<br/><br/>"I'm not quite sure what you're talking about, brother Zato. Are you feeling alright, there seems to be something wrong with your face." Valetni said, diplomatically as he was willing to be.