"Shit." Valetni muttered, his eyes narrowing as he heard his name. A strong suggestion from Wolfram was the same as an order. He coughed again.<br/><br/>"Well, Riley," He said, looking over to his wide eyed apprentice. "Looks like you'll be holding down the fort while I'm gone." Valetni levered himself to his feet. "We'll see just how useful I can be." He said in a dark tone.<br/><br/>"Sir?" Riley looked at him in confusion.<br/><br/>"I need a trunk, good for transporting delicate objects." Valetni instructed the apprentice, picking up his package in one hand. He hefted it, feeling its weight. "Shame for everyone else I only have one of these." He muttered to himself, too low for anyone else to hear.<br/><br/>"Meet me by the shed, within the hour, with that trunk and another rucksack of some sort." He resisted the urge to spit on the floor, if only because he knew who would have to clean it up. "Maybe get some dumb muscle to carry it."<br/><br/>"Yes sir, as you say sir." The boy was out of his seat like a shot, stumbling as he did so. Valetni shook his head, the boy was too damn eager to please, too damn imprecise.  Using the cane, he slowly stumped his way out of the hall, treating anyone foolish enough to get in his way with a murderous look. Valetni was not fond of doing the bidding of others, his occupation be damned, he did what he wanted, because he wanted to do it. Rest assured, he would find some way to turn this to his advantage.<br/><br/>He turned as he reached the threshold, his voice just loud enough to reach everyone. "I hope you all enjoy your meal." The sounds of several unnerved guards dropping their silverware brought forth a malicious chuckle from the old man, the echo of his cane on the floor echoing back through the open doors long after he was out of sight.