The teleportation device in the lobby began to whirl once again as glowing, growing lights began to excitedly swirl around within it. In a bright flash they all came together and a shadowed silhouette of a warrior appeared, forming right in the middle. As the concealing light soon faded, it settled and gave way to Vallen the monk as he stepped out of the machine. Resuming his purposeful yet paced stride the monk returns to his earlier spot. The movements of his short journey giving no inclination to the battle he supposedly just had. His breath was not exhausted, he walked without limitation or limp, his skin wore no bruise or scratches and no amount of blood could be seen on him. But one action and one action alone spoke loudly of the truth in opposition to all other indicators. He dragged the pointy blade of a sai across an unravelled sleeve, leaving behind a thin streak of blood. Soon after his weapon vanished up said sleeve ashe rolled it back in place. Resuming his meditative seat, Vallen remained silent, patient and humble while he awaited further instructions.