Valetni followed the armored knight back inside the tavern, skirting around his armored bulk as he retreated upstairs to his rooms. Valetni had most of the day to prepare for his meeting, and mindful of his vulnerability, alone and isolated, he planned to use that time to his advantage. He gave a habitual glance around, before unlocking the large trunk that held most of his supplies. Oh yes, there was a chance that the meeting would go exactly as planned, Valetni would get the information he required, and he and the informant would peaceably part ways. There was a chance for that, yes.<br/><br/>Valetni had long ago learned to hope for the best, while preparing for the worst.