Valentine looked around, clad in full armour. He walked through the alleyways, avoiding other people to reduce attention paid to him. Not that anyone would be willing to mess with him anyway; his demonic-looking armour had become associated with inhuman massacre over the years. Those days were past him, but his reputation was not. His sword was gripped casually in one hand; in the other, were several long chains, one end of which curled around his chest, the other of which clinked softly along the ground.

He searched around, and saw a man wearing light assassin's clothing, with several close-quarters weapons on him.

"I assume that you are Alexander Romero?" He asked in perfect Italian.