As always, the squirrels nest somewhere in the library, desecrating the vessels of knowledge to make their foul lair in the rafters above. Or so Valetni assumes, never having seen a squirrel in his life. But he knows, and with this undying conviction, he heads towards the library, squirrel squisher in hand. His trip to the library for purpose of carrying out an extinction event are halted by a large stain all over the carpet, bloody vomit if he was any judge (And he was an expert on the matter of stains and vomit). Also the unconscious figure next to the pool of vomit, responsible for it no doubt, would doubtless get in the way of any cleanup effort until it was removed.<br/><br/>With a sigh, Valetni rolled the figure over onto it's side so that it would not choke upon its own vomit, then set out to find brother Leonard, hopefully still in the infirmary.