Valetni looked down at himself, at his once impeccably cleaned robes, and his perfectly maintained hands, the instruments of his profession.<br/><br/>Now he looked like he had pulled a full shift in a slaughterhouse, and what was worse, the blood was beginning to dry, become itchy and staining his skin and robes.<br/><br/>Bath time.<br/><br/>But first, there was one more thing he had to attend to...<br/><br/>He stepped outside of the barracks.