Fairly raiding his inventory, and taking a handful of notebooks, both completed and blank, Valetni slammed the chest shut. The self contained gas protection respiratory apparatus, he would have to come up with a shorter name one of these days, lay under his robes. He had practiced donning the mask time and time again until he was confident that he could quickly and efficiently get the mask into place, even in the dark.<br/><br/>Valetni had always disdained fighting, preferring to use his intelligence and guile to solve situations, but even he knew that violence was sometimes acceptable. With that in mind, he slipped a spring crossbow into his pack. Not very accurate, it was about the size of his forearm and used a steel spring to launch a metal dart at quite high velocity. Sadly, the extreme lack of accuracy at anything beyond ten feet or so and the difficulty in reloading it had meant that it would never replace a true crossbow, but it had been a neat little technology demonstrator that Valetni had cobbled together some years ago. He always had the idea that he could possibly coat the dart in some sort of fast acting venom. Besides, it was concealable, and nobody who didn't know of it would expect anything like it.<br/><br/>He also took a knife with him, a short utility knife, single edged and with a slight curve to it. It would be useful for cutting up his meals, if nothing else. If he was ever in a situation where he had to use it, well, Valetni just hoped he was never in a situation where he had to use it.<br/><br/>He patted down his robes, searching for journal fifty eight, his current one. Frowning, he opened up the trunk, flipping through the volumes withing growing alarm. Leaving the trunk open, he dashed, as best he was able, down the stairs, frantically checking drawers. He had lost his journal. If someone were to find it, and read what he had written... Valetni felt a sudden stab of panic run though him, forget poisoning the library, this would get him exiled for sure. And if he was exiled from the temple and its resources, his plan would never be completed. After several moments he managed to calm himself down, he had to simply retrace his steps, play it cool, and act like nothing was wrong.<br/><br/>Valetni unlocked the door, calling Riley inside. The youth grunted as he began to drag the trunk under constant admonishing from Valetni to be more careful.