"Feh, I've little heed for your fickle words," Vale spat, following Pij with his eyes. He cringed constantly and spat on the floor. "An abomination, you and everything you've done. I told Lark that with proper planning, [i]sifting silently like a mouse,[/i] this whole chaos business could be avoided without lifting a finger, much less a sword. Too late now, [i]bang bang! The fireworks resound, set off by a playful little boy and his childish desires![/i]" Vale paused and dropped his usual shtick for a moment.

	"Where are you headed now?"