Vale sputtered and chuckled, spinning his body around in a comedic fashion. "Unless you develop a more attuned ability for sensing Ki, [b]Rarer than the half developed canines in my wretched mouth[/b], you would be wise to keep that under control. Lark is fine, [i]spry as a newy hatched chick,[/i] But without Pij, his life will not last. Gaians are nothing without their familiars. His weapon is shattered, and his soul is in tatters. But that half elf, Sera, will find his way into his room if I do not interfere, [i]loathsome as it may be I must for the greater good of my personal feelings,[/i] and so here I am! But I cannot track him, beyond what my blade shows me, so here I am! Stuck! Like a fly in a web made out of your [i]stupidity.[/i]" Vale began to cry, or rather, he [i]faked[/i] his sobbing for dramatic effect. It was fairly obvious, not that he'd care if Jenso and Jeff could tell or not.

	"I know nothing of Lark's son, one way or another. Forgive my serious tone as well, boy. I'm rather stressed as of late. All this business with [i]the order[/i] and your hollow head has been giving me a headache. I'd thought I couldn't feel pain again! It's rather euphoric, actually!"