He didn't back up at her approach, he didn't even lean away from her when she stopped. There was no sign of flight or fear in him at all and Valdis had to admit she was impressed.

"Not exactly,," she replied, moving past him to cross to his desk. She sat down, pulling open a drawer to take a piece of paper. "Minds are easy, souls carry some risk."

She took a pen and absently began to sketch as she continued, "There is a man known as Dardul staying at the Midnight Hotel." The scratching of the pen filled a brief silence, "Or at least, that is the name that most people know him by." More pen scratching. "I first stumbled upon him by following a scent that I found both in the alley where Anton was attacked and where Jintou was found by your men."

She continued to draw, her hand sweeping across the page as she darkened the shadows. "He is a broken man...in both mind and soul." The pen stopped moving. "Almost as if something entered into him and played with the shape of his essence...twisting, breaking, rearranging..."

Valdis put the pen down and twisted in the chair to look at him.

"Due to the state of his soul, the memory was too fractured to make out completely...but as only two people where there that night...well..." she trailed off, another smile forming.