Hearing the summons, Valetni tosses the third duck into the shed, wipes his hands off and heads in the general direction. If his results were accurate, the shed would be habitable again by the following morning, such a joyous occasion for one dedicated to cleaning. Valetni's good humor does not last long, as he spies the damage done to his precious carpets. Fortunately, he has just the thing to deal with that after the evening meal. He pats the inside of his habit, to make certain that a certain bottle was still in his possession.