Valendrion stands quietly, his piercing green eyes taking in the gallows before him. 'Even in death, inspiration may strike.' The elf slips one slender hand into his vest pocket for melodramatic effect, even as his mind begins to conjure a dozen ways that the tableau before him might be spun into a riveting tale of justice...or lost love...or horror.
'What's this now?' With a jerk back to reality, Val realizes that a slip of paper which previously was not present...now is. Giving the notice a quick scan without a second thought as to how it might have arrived in his pocket in the first place, the bard immediately looks for the black rat. Spotting the aforementioned animal quickly, Val looks directly into the rat's eyes with a smile, and gives a lazy flourish of his hand. "The coin is plentiful you say? Well then...after you, my new friend. Let's go and meet Jacques."