The walls shook. Slime dripped. And the scent. Lovely. As Niall's chanting ended, Burnie would look about. "While vaguely satisfying, that was less useful than I hoped." He was perfectly calm once again and for just a moment looked to her with honest regard. "My apologies if you came in here looking for answers. Anything we received from THAT would be tainted, far more so than I first realized, though I now know a great deal about it and its ilk. I'll have to process what I've learned but ultimately.. disappointing."
The floor was a mess and Burnie's shoes were quiet nice. He had very little desire to walk to the door and potentially ruin them. "What I learned, first and foremost, is that instead of dealing with something new, something unique and obtuse, we're up against the same thing we've been up against before. The same thing we're always up against. Run of the mill demons with fancier names and slightly more arcane natures. I'm hoping you'll be willing to enhance our weapons once again." Some hesitation as he looked to the door and then back to the book. With a shrug, he reached over and picked it up, and with a thud, dropped it upon the squicky floor in front of him.
"Mainly, we'll be trying to amass as much holy water as possible. That sort of thing. There WAS a Paladin lurking about, but he hardly proved useful in ridding us of our resident demoness. I can't imagine he'll be much help here." With only a mild amount of timidity, Burnie placed a foot upon the book. He pushed it backwards and forwards with said food, testing the viscosity of the slime upon the floor. With the sort of agility one developed from training with Ariane and Jirai, he took a breath and kicked off from the protected area of floor, lifting his back foot up so that he might slide across it using the book as a vehicle of sorts.
Upon reaching the door, he opened it and stepped out, shoes completely untainted. Only then would he reach down, snatch up the book and with a quite mighty heave, toss it back towards the middle of the room. His clothes were utterly untouched, though he was a bit more unkempt than usual after the sweating and punching and screaming. "If you could put some sort of temporary ward on the room that'd be lovely. I'll have a runner sent for Aleksei to finish the job, though I do imagine our literary friend over there will be busy for quite a while."
He would open the next door, looking out to Renea and Agnie with a wane smile. "Hello, Princess, Renea. I suggest not going in there. I think we'll be able to contain the smell to the one room. Since no one will want to go in there, I might turn it into a torture chamber. That's what the Myrken Wood Meetinghouse always needed." A joke, right? Then, with a snapping stretch of his neck. "So. Who wants to deliver a message to Burel personally?"