Valetni comes trotting up, sack of soiled clothes in hand.<br/><br/>He takes one look at Mary and blanches. "What on earth...Child, You're covered in vomit!" He wrinkles his nose as the smell reaches him. "Get out of that filthy thing immediately. And don't forget to at least wipe wipe your feet before coming in this time! I swear, if I have to wash one more set of tracks out of that carpet young lady!" Alone of all the inhabitants of the Monastery, Valetni is mostly immune to her charms. Mostly.