"Yes, what *are* you doing here? The both of you?" Wolfram gives a nod to Brother Vernasus as he rounds a bookshelf, a hefty tome closing in his hands as he puts it on a shelf. His off-arm is thankfully wrapped, but otherwise he does not look too pleased at the...wrestling... in the library.<br/><br/>____________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Directly behind Brother Valenti comes a sharp chittering, followed almost immediately by a harsh cry of 'Look Out!'. Barreling right past towards his head is a ball of fangs and fur. A squirrel, by the general looks of it, but with fangs filed razor sharp and a third eye glowing red in its forehead. Past it a Knight has strung his bow with an arrow, but cannot fire without fear of hitting Valenti.