Valetni wandered downstairs, cane clicking against the floor as he did so. The place seemed to have been cleaned, if you wanted to use that word. Valetni would describe the efforts as 'mediocre' at best and 'barely acceptable' at worst. The stench still hung in the air, the smell was always the hardest to get rid off.<br/><br/>Valetni paused a few steps from the ground, eyes focused on something a thousand yards off, something only he could see. The smell of burning flesh was one he was intimately familiar with.