Valetni walked past the blind monk and the cook, barely acknowledging them beyond a slight nod of the head. He stumped into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Apparently, someone had been so kind, or so negligent, as to leave the tub nearly full. Either way, it was suitable for his task. He stripped out of his bloodstained robes, before attempting to clean them as best as he was able. Fortunately, the blood came off fairly easily, and he was well equipped to remove any that proved more stubborn. Putting aside the robes to dry, he moved on to his equipment. He vigorously cleaned his blades, removing any and all signs that they had so recently taken the starring role in an amputation. He would chemically sterilize them later.<br/><br/>Finally, one that was done he washed his arms up to the elbow, though by then the dirty water was so polluted that it merely left his skin with a red tinge to it. He'd deal with that later.<br/><br/>He dragged a stool over, and sat down, resting his aching legs. He used both hands to massage the newly healed connective tissue and muscle. After a few moments, he pulled out the pouch that he had taken off the stitch faced man who seemed to have attached himself to Valetni. Valetni released the draw cord, before upending the pouch into his open hand, marveling as the room was cast in a soft blueish light. He turned it over in his hands, studying it for many minutes, before returning it to it's pouch.<br/><br/>Valetni stood, dragged the stool over to in front of the door, and then sat with his back against the door, relaxing against the smooth wood.<br/><br/>He was tired, and he was going to take a nap, and this was as good a place as any. If anybody had a problem with this, then they could damn well deal with it themselves.