Korsarro rubs his temples with his free hand. That damned Valetni. He recalled a time when the janitor was subtle. A time when he would bring Korsarro the corpses in the night so that he could dispose of the evidence. He shook his head, frowning at what the blasted janitor had come to. "By the Beesiah. Has the fool finally gone completely insane?" he says to nobody in particular, mumbling into his own hand.