Valetni plotted. Some would joke that this was his natural state of being, but this was no laughing matter. He mentally compiled a list of who would steal from him, and who would be able to. Right away he eliminated Wolfram, Morr, and the majority of the brothers and all of the guards, none would bother to steal from him, the only person who he could think of who would voluntary take his journal, knowing it was his would be Vernasus, who was dead.<br/><br/>Valetni didn't trust the new cook, but stealing did not strike him as something she would do. Zato was too blind to steal anything, Mary may have innocently taken it from him, but he was sure it would have been all over the temple by now. The gryphon was physically incapable of performing such a feat, or so Valetni assumed, he wouldn't have the chance to find out for sure until he had the creature on his dissection table. He stopped, considering. The gryphon was, after all, a unique creature to the best of Valetni's knowledge. Science would better be served with a vivisection. After all, he had only one test subject.<br/><br/>Valetni shook his head, getting back on topic. The only person who would have had access to him during this time would be Blake, who didn't seem interested enough in anything beyond his own damn business, one of the orderlies, or Riley. Valetni had assumed that he had his apprentice well under control, but what if it had all been an act? The clumsiness, the eagerness to please, all designed to lull him in a false sense of security...<br/><br/>No. Down that path lay madness. If he began suspecting even his own apprentice, he would forever be paralyzed by his own paranoia. He would have to follow this logically.