Snippet #2359050

Val came in through a window, hating typical entrances and not really wanting to meet anyone. However, Val had picked the only window in the while damned house that lead to a room with people. Val pulled his abnormally long, white blonde hair into a neat ponytail and looked around the room. He didn't like what he saw so far. Everyone looked...well boring. Then again, when you're used to life in the lap of luxury with whatever you want at your fingers, anything less is horribly boring.

"Valorian Castor," he said with a flourish of his hand and a bow. "you may call me Lord Valorian," he looked around, feeling as though these people weren't really worth his time. "I'm retiring for the morning. Wake me when it's dark. A servant will be bringing my things shortly," and with that, Val turned on his heal and was gone with a blink.

Val found the largest, darkest room (he presumed it was an attic, but it had a bed and worked perfectly) and released ten to fifteen bats from his cloak. The servant arrived and after he'd had the man set up his room as it was at home, he made a meal of him. Then, he went to bed.