Deciding to take stock of his remaining alchemical ingredients, Valetni turned and made his way up the stairs, walking towards his room. As he turned to do so, a thought struck him, brought about by his conversation with Zato. Brother Malfeas had been the last funeral he had officiated. A plan slowly began to form in his head. It had the potential for massive risk, and could easily backfire, but if he could pitch it right... Well, with official sanction he would be able to sleep much easier at night.<br/><br/>The only question was, who should he approach with his request?<br/><br/>The Knight Morr was the easiest mark, of course, he already owed Valetni a favor. On the other hand, Morr was asleep, and would not take kindly to being roused, and Valetni did not want to chance having his request dismissed out of hand.<br/><br/>Belatia, the battle scarred beauty, on the other hand... She and Valetni were definitely at loggerheads, but Valetni had noticed how she hung on every word of the Knight's, and she had confirmed that she had heard Morr's declaration of obedience, as it were...<br/><br/>The clincher, for Valetni, was that Belatia was currently conscious, and time was of the essence in this regard. He would not lose to decay and insects this time.<br/><br/>Turning, the monk starting limping his way towards where the remaining hellguard were busy burying their fallen.