Valetn's eyes narrowed as he looked at the knight. He had not expected such...underhanded tactics, such explicit blackmail, such unknightly behavior from the knight. It simply proved the old adage that power corrupts. The old Morr would never have stooped to such tactics, an appeal to his so called 'goodness', or maybe pleading, but not this. He would have to take note of these changes. He mentally reclassified Morr as a potential threat, the scarred man would bear watching, though Valetni dared not make any overt moves against, not over something so petty, and certainly not while in the presence of the Hellguard.<br/><br/>Valetni slipped his free hand from inside his robes, where he had been clutching the gas protection apparatus, before turning to face the scene Morr described, avoiding making eye contact with the younger woman as he did so.<br/><br/>"The left brachial artery has been severed, and there is extensive damage to the associated musculature and mammary. The arm is a write off, and death from exsanguination is a near certainty at this point." Valetni stated matter of factly from his position on the stairs.<br/><br/><br/>"I doubt any intervention of mine could possibly change the outcome...But I could possibly take a look." He said at last, descending the stairs towards the scene. "I could possibly use some assistance, weibel Belatia? I am sure you are most willing to help save as many of your friends as possible."