Brother Valetni quietly sits back down, resolving never again to make the mistake of attempting conversation at dinner time again. Why did people have to be so fickle? So, Illogical? Cleaning was simple, you simply observed what the problem was, determined the best way to solve the problem, and then carried out your task. It wasn't that he disliked a challenge either, his amateur alchemy was proof of that. But at least when you combined two chemicals, the result would be the same every time. That was logical, it followed formulas, and didn't vary. Oh would that the world of people be as that of chemistry, a field this brother was intensely familiar with. Yes, then It would be brother Valetni who everyone listened to, Brother Valetni that everyone looked up to. The only time people looked for Brother Valetni was when they had something that needed to be cleaned up.<br/><br/>"Soon." He whispered low enough that none would be able to hear him. "Soon I'll show them all, I'll show them all what I can do." And with that he knocks back the rest of his goblet, and sets about finishing his soup. His vengeance would come, it would come soon, and it would come swiftly. But for now, even more important things occupied him.<br/><br/>Now was the time for cleaning the carpets.<br/><br/>Without a word to anyone, he stood, and departed.