Valetni made his way along the streets. Ignoring merchants as they hawked their wares, Ignoring beggars as they asked for alms, and ignoring children that ran barefoot along the streets. He made his way out of the artisan sector, moving more towards the docks. Valetni ducked into an alley, and surreptitiously checked that both his arrow projector and knife were firmly in place and ready to go. The quality of living slowly decreased as Valetni turned from the more prosperous areas. Beggars became the norm rather than the exception, and the buildings seemed to be in a general state of disrepair. Each one apparently held up only by its fellows. Valetni had the feeling that if one building were to go down, they all would.<br/><br/>Hopefully not while he was inside.<br/><br/>He stopped outside a particular building, a faded and grimy sign showed a bubbling flask outside the door. More or less the same as it had been when he was last here. Valetni grimaced, then used his cane to knock on the door. A shuffling sound could be heard from within, before a eye slit was wrenched to the side. A pair of suspicious, bloodshot eyes stared out at him.<br/><br/>"Hey, these ain't visiting hours, did Marco send you?" A harsh voiced whispered at him. Valetni blinked in surprise. Evidently the years had not been kind.<br/><br/>"Grendo, It's me. Valetni." Valetni said as he lowered his eyes to level with the slit.<br/><br/>"Valetni who?" The voice responded suspiciously.<br/><br/>"Valetni from the temple, damnit." Valetni hissed in exasperation. There was a pause behind the door, then the viewing slit was slammed shut. Valetni gave a sigh, and then rapped on the door once again.<br/><br/>"Go away!" A muffled shout came from behind the door. Valetni glanced around to make sure he was along on the street. It was entirely deserted. With a sigh, he continued pounding on a door. After about two minutes of constant pounding, the door was flung open. Valetni just barely missed braining Grendo with his cane. "What the fuck man!" Grendo all but yelled as he stood before Valetni. Time had not been kind at all to Gendo. He looked about a decade younger than Valetni, but the monk with a cane knew he was closer to two.<br/><br/>"Grendo, good to see you again." Valetni said with the whisper of a smile on his lips. He stalked into the dank and squalid room that served as Grendo's place of business. "I see you weren't satisfied with selling, you had to sample your wares as well?" He stood in place, taking the entire place in. "Do I get the grand tour?"<br/><br/>"First you get me kicked out of the temple, and now you come here, for what?" He snarled, his skinny, pasty white limbs shaking with rage. He flinched when a coinpurse collided with his chest. It sounded more like a sack of flour than coinage. Curious, as if he half expected it to be poison, he opened the pouch. His eyes widened, before he dipped his pinky finger into the pouch, drawing the substance up to his nose. He inhaled deeply, his eyes wide with shock. "This, this is pure?" He asked wide eyed.<br/><br/>"Close enough, how quickly can you move that for me?" Grendo looked up, hatred and greed warring in his eyes. "Can you move it in two days?" Valetni asked. "I'l be willing to go 60-40, you. Think of it as a apology for getting you exiled and excommunicated." Valetni said with an insincere smile.<br/><br/>"What do you need it for?" Grendo asked, clutching it against his chest.<br/><br/>"That's my business, let's just say I need some capital and leave it at that." Valetni said cryptically. "Cut it as much as you can, I want to squeeze every coin from this." Valetni instructed the former monk. He knew that the former monk would hold some back, but there would still be enough left over for him to accomplish his task. "One more thing, Grendo." Valetni instructed. "I have need of certain...ingredients." Valetni began to list off a veritable laundry list of alchemical and medical supplies. After receiving Grendo's confirmation that he would be able to procure said supplies, Valetni was about to step out the door when a thought struck him. "Grendo, you wouldn't happen to know where Molly is, do you?"<br/><br/>Grendo began to laugh, and then told him. Valetni began to laugh as well as he strolled out the door.<br/><br/>Well, if he was going to be going there, he certainly couldn't go in looking like a monk!