Valetni stopped, cocking his head as he considered the scarred man's words. It seemed that he was collecting quite a following as of late. A ghost of a smile graced his lips as he pondered the implications of this.<br/><br/>"I'll keep that in mind, knight." He said, his voice rough and raspy, before coughing. He walked past the knight, and took a seat.<br/><br/>He was feeling oatmeal today.