His descent completed, Valetni detaches himself from the rope, leaving it in place in case he needs to return to his room without going through the rest of the monastery, before sprinting towards his shed. The poison would be dissipated by now, or so he hoped. Quickly stopping outside the shed, he nervously walked behind it, making sure none could see what he was up to. Pulling a small hand towel from inside his robe, Valetni quickly went about the process of dousing it with urine, wringing it out before wrapping it over his face.<br/><br/>Pushing in the shed entrance, he felt around until he located the trap door in the floor. Hoisting it up, he clambered down into the space below. Intended as a root cellar, it was twice as wide as the shed above. He left the trap door open, until he retrieved his tinder and flint, which he used to ignite of of the torches ensconced in the wall. He closed the trapdoor above him, locking it with a sliding bar so that it could only be opened from below. Valetni could now relax, no one knew of this place, there was no record of it, and no living monk had ever been here, except for him. The rotten floor had given way one day, dropping him inside, after repairing the floor, he had set about converting the room for his own purpose.<br/><br/>Here, was his laboratory.