"Who wouldn't take their shoes off? I mean, why? Shoes are for outdoors, this is carpet. This isn't glass carpet or rock carpet or ice carpet or fire carpet or carpet carpet." Valetni pauses in his mutter. "Ok, it's carpet carpet, but it's not lava carpet or dirt carpet." A pause, "Well, it's dirty carpet but you know what I mean, right?" Valetni asks nobody in particular as he continues to scrub at the stains outside the reliquary door. "I mean, it's almost like they purposefully keep their shoes on, like it's a game for them, see how much mud they can drag in, see how much work they can make for Brother Valetni." He reaches into his robes to draw out another vial of cleaning solution, which he then poured on what looked remarkably like a bloodstain. "And why do we even have carpets? Why not hardwood floors? Hardwood floors would be nice, so much easier to clean, no scrubbing and they look so much nicer, or tile, or stone, stone would be traditional, this is a monastery after all, and isn't that all about tradition." He pauses to wipe his forehead with the sleeve of his habit. He glances around, and then takes a pinch of herbal supplement from inside his robes, and gives his finger a lick. "I tell you what Mr. Carpet, I'll give you ten more minutes to get clean, and then I'm replacing you. With Hardwood flooring." He says, shaking his finger in mock scolding at the carpet.