Valdar watched Mandy as she inspected his wound. He grinned openly at her, not making much of an attempt to disguise where his eyes were focus. Unlike Marcia, she was not a heavily armoured warrior, so for Valdar, who did not originate in a culture that valued magic, whatever interest he had in her was mostly superficial for the time being. He certainly certainly like the surface, though.<br/><br/>He grunted, as the healing took hold. The repair was not significant, compared to the wound, be he nodded in approval. "Better," he said. He saw Tarvek being paid for their kills, and had been about to probably, quite literally butt heads with him, but was distracted by the news that the gate was being opened.<br/><br/>"Make holes, not impressions," mumbled Valdar.<br/><br/>