Valen took a few breaths after having relaxed and settled in to wearing the sandals, having the coin in his pocket and trying to get used to playing with it in his hand as necessary. It might become a force of habit in time, but a good one of it helped him out as much as he had a feel it might. Nonetheless, at that moment he was most intrigued by the small patch he had pressed on his other thigh. It didn't seem as powerful as the first one had, in a way, but it might well have its uses in time and it might surprise him, so he decided to not judge it too much just yet.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Valen went to look around, trying to exchange a few polite words here and there, and ask about what had happened earlier, talking about the goblin attack and what the townsfolk had seen, and generally trying to get an impression of things. "I swear, the captain of the guard is such a talented woman, to drop the leader of those things with her swift movement, tactics and quick thinking, I think she's the best captain I've seen in any town in my travels." He also sought to promote the captain's name in a good manner. Even if he had been involved in that fight and held himself in a good role about that, he also thought that making the people believe in and trust their captain would help them more than building up a legend about his own actions.<br/><br/>In fact, too much fame might hurt him if he was trying to help out the Pathfinders discreetly for now. The captain of the guard, that was a more 'public' office anyway than a stranger roaming from town to town.<br/><br/>After having spoken with some folks, he decided to head back to the meeting place, to see what the day still had to bring. Most of his magic already gone, he worried if he might be of any help.