[center][b][i]Valentin Schwarzwald[/i][/b][/center]
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Valentin found himself wandering around the Soldier's Field. It had been a boring day all together, excusing the fact that he did sort of receive an invitation to a super secret mission briefing. Well, it was doubtable that it was actually so super secret, but it surely was only accessible to members of the Knights. That was sort of exciting, but that aside the day was boring. No damsels in distress for Valentin to help, no men that needed a hand lifting a heavy crate - nothing. [i]“Perhaps quietness and boringness is something that can also be nice.”[/i] Valentin contemplated, twisting his beard as he walked into a woman, distraught with his thoughts. He made some quick apologies but the damage was done. She had given him the death stare of perverts. Great, now he'd feel bad the remaining part of this boring day.

But then something happened - Valentin spotted a woman hanging up the very same poster in a.. well, it looked like a saloon. It must've been a saloon. [i]“I can probably get some answers there. Got no clue on where I should head really. I should've asked that shady guy that recruited me into the Knights where we meet. Dang. Why am I so forgetful when it comes to bussiness like that?”[/i] he told himself, but quickly put a hand in front of his mouth as he likely wasn't supposed to talk about the Knights so openly. Still though, he was right. He approached the saloon and went inside, spotting Mason. He seemed to be preoccupied with something else, but Valentin made sure to quickly nod in his direction, hoping Mason would see him. He would then flash a quick smile, as he was a bit happy to see a former Vox colleague. 

After that'd passed away, he'd move to the poster, taking a look at it to see if it was exactly the same. Val would look at the guy behind the bar too, who'd look back at him. Well, that was only a little scary, this old guy staring at you right in the eyes? Completely normal. [b]“Well, good day to you too.”[/b] he said quickly before hurrying down the stairs. The comment he had made was only a little bit cheeky, but he now faced another dilemma besides being kicked out by the creepy bartender, and that was the pretty lady sitting downstairs. Deciding he'd rather not be seen as 'mysterious creepy guy that enters silently without saying anything' he coughed into his fists shortly, before greeting her with a quick wave. [b]“Hey, I'm Valentin Schwarzwald. I'm the new guy, but you can call me Val the New Guy.”[/b] He smiled before grabbing another chair and sticking it down on the floor next to her chair. He sat down and admired the lady for some time, not saying anything because she likely had nothing to say to him, either. After he'd seen enough of her, he'd stare forwards and lean down into the chair, taking a relaxed position. He could get used to this.