Valerion found that there was numerous interests dotted about the room, namely an Orc that was trying to gain the attention of the cat, Valerion assumed that this cat could think that it was pulling off a very nice disguise but he could sense the power this seemingly unobvious creature had.
But the Orc was another story.
Very old... [i]Too old[/i] was Valerions thoughts. This creature had to be over a hundred for it's soul to be giving off the aura that it was.
But as Valerion himself knew they were numerous ways one could keep living beyond the prescribed age the Nine gave to them.

The orcs interest into the cat wasn't as surprising as others may think however. In his travels Valerion knew of an Orc who adored puppies, admitidly he did crush at least half of them when he hugged them. T'wasnt a pretty sight Valerion recalls with a look of revulsion etched in his face...

Just at that moment a man who appeared to be a lord passed by Valerion and went outside the door into the howling blizzard that was now raging outside.

[i]Now that one was a powerful and old one, much more than the Orc![/i] It appeared there were many here who had the same need for life as Valerion did, although he betted theirs was a bit more savoury.

And shortly after that a young girl ruched out after him, this one has a young soul but a rather tough and scarred one, one that was older beyond her years. 
Now Valerion was quite interested in what they had been up to, and where they were going. If they were heading for the mountain then Valerion felt it best to follow them. He wished to learn a bit about them but with no intention of them knowing he was there.

He downed his drink which burned smoothly on its way down, grabbed his helmet and placed it on his head, giving it a quick sharp twist to the left so it locked in place, and followed the girl out into the gods awful weather that was howling outside. 

Vision was severely restricted outside, but the tracks left by the other 2 seemingly confirmed where they were heading too and so he followed making sure to use there voices as markers to how far they were ahead of him.
And he clasped his right hand around the hilt of his blade as an insurance policy...