Valetni hobbled over, cane in one hand and papers in the other. He cocked his head curiously as he studied the stitches cross the man's face.<br/><br/>Interesting.<br/><br/>Valetni slowly extended the papers to the intruder, wary of any sudden movements.<br/><br/>The exchange done, Valetni stumped over to the fallen pouch. Reversing his grip on the cane, he hooked the pouch to pull it towards him across the floor. His first thought was to order one of the hellguard to fetch a containment vessel from his trunk, but he recalled at the last moment how that would be an impossibility.<br/><br/>"I'll take possession of this for now." He rasped, "I am used to handling potentially hazardous materials."