[h3]Valence the Cultist[h3]
Valence inclined his head in agreement, already working his way through his mental map for the area she spoke of. There was nothing remarkable about it, as far as he remembered. That was good, since it didn't leave him at any more of an advantage or disadvantage than her, and while he might be trying to make some friends, he'd very much prefer to axe them if they turned out to be less than friendly.
"Very well, Lady Sia. Have a lovely banquet, and see you soon."
With that, Valence turned away and left, quickly disappearing back into the throng. He had no intention of participating in the banquet; as-is, his stomach rumbled from the thoughts of what Gems are going to be subject to, in the coming hours. After the banquet- in their temporary rooms. If he stayed in the Drakken's presence too long, he feared he might try to kill them all. That wouldn't do, no, it really wouldn't- it'd blow his cover and set back the Cult. Of course, he'd also be dead or captured, but the Cult would be at a major setback, and that's what mattered more.
The breaking of the musician's head only reinforced his need to get out. His heart went out to the poor Gem, but if he sought immediate revenge, he would not make it out alive. He did take note of the Drakken that did it, though.
So he gestured for his guards to follow him, and he continued on through the crowds, working his way to a side hallway. Quietly slipping in with his guards, he marched his way down the corridor and wove his way to more familiar hallways.
Having reached the area in mind, he gave orders to his two guards. Both of them obediently broke off and went down separate corridors, with the intent to gather intelligence at the banquet, and on anyone leaving. He wanted to know if there were any backroom deals going on, or if there was anyone that couldn't stand that poor girl's head snapping.
Having escaped, he entered one of the storage rooms, where various miscellaneous items were stored, and laid down on top of two boxes- easily large enough to act as a bed, if they had something soft and firm on top. He didn't care so much about the wooden pieces digging into his back, and more about the events of the day. He had an ally in Sia, maybe, and that could lead to greater things in the future.
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