Valerion was awaiting the Argonians answer when some new figures disturbed the relative peace of the room, and unfortunately Valerions suspicions had been confirmed, the little girl and that Vampire had come here for the purpose of joining DovahFeyn. And he was holding something, it was just then that Valerion had realised he wasn't wearing his helmet, even though he had been eating soup but moments earlier...
A look of shear disdain formed on Valerions face as the smug looking Vampire waggled that insignificant piece of meat that is called a tongue. 

"Ah, sir, you seem to have misplaced this." - his voice rife with mockery

He dropped Valerions helmet on the floor just in front of him, it clashed with the hard stone floor and made a horrible clanging sound that resonated off the walls.
The Servant of the night walked off to the back of the hall out of the light and into a shadowy corner or the room and said something else.
"One must take better care of their belongings. Not many are as kind-hearted as myself; anyone could have passed by and snatched it up for themselves."
Valerion disregarded this however, the little Vampire was being petty and showing how big his fangs were, it mattered not, the day would come were he would regret his foolish actions.
Valerion then turned his attention towards the girl who was sitting on the left hand side of the table, cuddled up and warming herself by the fire. For a moment their eyes met, but she turned to face the man in the shadows, staring intently at him.
[i]Hmmm... I wonder.[/i] Valerion pondered silently, looking at the girl with suspicion.

He disregarded this however when another entity entered the room, a Khajiit. Soemthing was quite odd about him though, his aura... was off... it was not far unlike that of the dead one, and yet it wasn't. It was almost as if someone, or thing had tried to steal that mans soul. Valerion started racking his memories of those he had used Goethia on.
But he realised that he had never actually used it on a Khajiit. This was very odd. Valerion knew not of any other way in which a spell; barring his own, could do such a thing. 
This was certainly something Valerion would have to delve in later. 

But for the time being he retunred his gaze towards the Argonian, the answer that the lizard had produced was... satisfactory. 
Admittedly Valerion found himself liking the arrogant spell caster, maybe he could be of some use later on. 
valerion replied with complete honesty. 
"Well said... But on the matter of the prophecy, I wouldn't delve too much into it, I myself have seen many a prophecy over the years, they, very rarely ever come to anything out of the ordinary. They depict what will most likely happen, or rather what everyone wants to happen. It's merely a play on the hopes of man and all those that inhabit Nirn."

That being said Valerion began pondering about the Dragon born himself, a very powerful being that could take a dragon on single-handedly. It begs the question as to what killed him. Maybe this was something that would be answered in due time.
Valerion began looking at the Khajiit again. His lust for answers arised again and he would have some of them now, if not all of them later. 
"You." Valerions voice broke the silence once again.
"Khajiit, may I ask you something?"