Valetni stared at the pile of books in front of him, everything he could grab that would in some way be related to the topic he was studying. With a sigh, he opened the first one and got down to the business of quickly skimming through it. Any book that could help him he put in one pile for further reading, every book that was useless he put in a second pile. When he had finished skimming the last book, he placed it in the second pile, before lifting the entire pile and returning the books from where he had found them. No sense antagonizing Brother Wolfram by leaving books sitting around.<br/><br/>With all extraneous books away, he carefully opened one, laying it out before him. A journal, similar to the ones he kept in his lair lay next to it, as he prepared to take notes. Most of the information he found was redundant, or paradoxical, but information was information. He would be able to test any of these, weed out what works and what did not. It would be a long, thankless task, with no guarantee of success. Like the last twenty-eight years of his life. Valneti took a deep sniff of herbal powder, then set about his task.