Opening the door to his room (or as some would call it, his auxiliary shack) he steps upon the tines of a rake, the handle flying up to smack into his noise. Stepping back a few steps, eyes watering, Valetni is gratified to be able to make out the shape of a 1 foot tall statue of a monkey reading a book perched on his bedside table, aside from the rake, everything else is in perfect order. With a wry grin, he puts the rake back into place and slips into bed.