Valgius nodded. "Okay, then. Now, you don't have to go if you don't want to. However, I'm going." Valgius said, as they two left the city. He stopped, taking his cloak off, and then his shirt, revealing a lean, muscular body, though he had a large, unsightly burn that glistened in the sun, with a scab in the middle from where he'd been shot and then where he'd cauterized it. His body was covered in other various cuts and scars. Valgius then put on another hunting cloak, and refastened his cloak. "Oh, here... I grabbed this before we left." Valgius said, tossing the knife back to Sophie.