Valetni watched as the cook ran down the stairs. "Be a shame if she died." He say aloud, his hand absentmindedly resting on the pouch.<br/><br/>He shook his head, and then grasped removed two jars, one after the other from his robes. "Brother Zato, you couldn't happen to have a spare container, would you?" He glanced at the monstrosity, shaking his head in disgust. Such a thing was clearly not of the natural order of the world. It should be removed, and if burning hadn't been sufficient, Valetni had one thing in mind that surely could.