Valanx had expected something along the lines of a more formal meeting when Raymond arrived.  What happened was more of a memorial for Anderson, which actually seemed more appropriate to Valanx.  Anderson had been a good man, and it was more than fitting that the crew take the time to honor him, now that they were out of danger for a short while.  That would surely change when they returned to the Council, but for now they had some down time to gather themselves and remember their fallen comrade.

Valanx rose and joined the captain and the demolitions expert at the table.  He wasn't above a few hands of poker, though he wouldn't take part in the drinking.  One of the side-effects of the Bereans' diminutive size was a notorious inability to handle liquor.  He smiled a bit at Dev's joke and fired back quickly.  "I'd say that means you're in her debt, Dev," he said.  "And Lady Luck always collects."  He finished the comment with an uncharacteristic smirk.  Valanx was not a shark by any means, but he was a clever player and had been known to bluff his way to a win on more than one occasion.