Valek felt himself at ease once he saw a Jedi walk through the door. Of all the people, it was Komad. He hadn't seen Komad in a LONG time, the last time was probably the day of his exile, if memory serves him correct.
"Komad? It's been a while hasn't it?", Valek said with a grin.
"Oh, the regular stuff. Busted leg and I suspect that he has some stuff he hasn't told me about yet."
"Just worry about the leg. My bruises and scars require no healing."