What do you have to say for yourself?

*Valentine* · 09-12-2015, 09:06 PM

It was time. Beckoning to Renhett, Valentine began to walk away from the small gathering of healers. He'd had trouble concentrating throughout the meeting and it wasn't because the subject matter wasn't interesting. His thoughts had been consumed by the possibility that there was a spy in Imperium's midst. It had struck him as odd that after their little trip to Sonticus there had been no retaliation and he had been wondering. What kind of pack let another get away with such a blatant disrespect? The answer escaped him and he'd had no idea what to make of it until today. It was possible that having a single wolf in Imperium watching and gathering intel was more profitable than a retaliation.

Stopping once he was sure they were alone, Valentine slowly turned on his heel to face the woman. He'd never been sure what to make of her profession and now he doubted its legitimacy altogether. Perhaps claiming to be a healer of the mind had been an attempt to appear exotic; surely Imperium had no one like that currently, right? Maybe she'd thought it a guaranteed way in.

His expression veiled, he asked, "Where have you been, Renhett?" Valentine offered no explanation, no small talk, he simply asked a question and expected an answer. Whether or not she realized it yet, this was an interrogation.

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