Brother Valenti shivered, pausing in his crusade against dirt to lay his broom against the wall while he drew his habit tighter around himself. Task accomplished, he once more took up his weapon. Muttering quietly under his breath about finally getting around to fixing that draft, he sweeps forward, driving the dirt and dust before. When he reaches the far end of the corridor, trapping the dirt, he produces a dust pan. Capturing any wayward dirt, he walks back to a barrel, depositing his captives therein. With the three fourths full barrel held by the handle, and the horse hair broom over one shoulder, he sets off. Walking through the twisted corridors he emerges into daylight as he makes his way towards the monastery walls, intent on dumping the trespassers on the other side.<br/><br/>This task done, he fumbles around in his robe, withdrawing a battered scroll.<br/>In immaculate script across the top, it reads:<br/><span style="font-size: 18px">TO DO LIST</span><br/><i>Sweep</i><br/><i>Fix leaky plumbing on third floor</i><br/><i>Repair cracked tiling on roof</i><br/><i>Clean waterways, remove leaves.</i><br/><i>Repair cracked flagstones on entrance walk</i><br/><i>Kill family of squirrels living in the walls</i><br/><br/>With a satisfied air, he crosses off the first item, before adding a note at the bottom to identify the source of the draft and close it off. "Damn Squirrels." He mutters, before shoving it back into his habit.