"Thank you Brother." Valetni coughs, "Now flee!"<br/><br/>And with that, he sets to work.<br/>Quickly dousing the largest concentrations, the leather gloves soon begin to dissolve from the byproduct.<br/>By the time he is done, Valetni staggers to the door, coughing bloody spittle with every step. He manages to knock once, his charred, twisted hands screaming in pain, a second time, weakly, and then collapses in front of the closed door.<br/><br/>Regret.