Valetni stopped as he entered the dining room.<br/><br/>It was that new cook, Vanessa, or something like that. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched her from the threshold. Valetni was not the most trusting of people, trusting someone was merely giving someone else an opportunity to stab you in the back, Valetni was also paranoid, though he maintained it was justified if people really were out to get you, but something about this new arrival put him on edge.<br/><br/>Surveying the hall, Valetni slowly made his way over to an empty seat, itself flanked by an empty seat on both sides of it. Accepting a plate from a passing serf without an indication of thanks, Valetni carefully began to eat. Cutting everything into small pieces, and using copious amounts of water for lubricant, Valetni methodically set about cleaning his plate, just like his momma had instructed him so many years ago.