Limping along the moist, dripping caverns, Valetni trailed his free hand along the wall. Memories.<br/><br/>This was the first time since the incident that he was able to visit his other friends, those he could unburden himself to, for dead men told no tales. Valetni called out to them, and they answered back. He slowly walked along the catacombs, addressing each occupant by name, slowly going back through the ages. Occasionally he would stop for a short conversation, enduring some good natured ribbing about the use of his cane, and how he would soon be joining them in the restless dark. As Valetni made his way forward, he finally encountered the most recent occupant, Brother Vernasus.<br/><br/>As he approached the body, Valetni hesitated. The two of them had been rivals, their exploits legendary across the monastery and a constant source of amusement for the acolytes, and even some of the the brothers. While each of them had at various times expressed the desire to see the other in the catacombs, now that the time had come Valetni felt strangely empty. His nemesis lay before him, defeated, and nearly by his own hand no less. Yet at the same time, the great game of cat and mouse that they had conducted for so many years had finally come to a conclusion. Valetni had not won, but neither had Vernasus, with the death of one of the players, both had lost. Valetni searched himself for some grand words or gesture, some token of respect that he could show to a valiant foe, but nothing came to him. He stood there for several minutes, before finally speaking.<br/><br/>"Sucks to be you." He said with a simple shrug, before turning and heading back towards the entrance.