Ardnt looked over at Luitwin. He looked like someone else dressed so different from how he was used to seeing him. His eyes swept him, following the lines of his body, reminiscent of the way Alrian nobility dressed with their tight fitted clothing and finery.<br/><br/>“I am fine for travel.” Ardnt told him, not understanding why Luitwin would consider his being ready to leave or not. It wasn’t his decision, no matter how veiled it appeared. He was at Luitwin’s behest and he fully understood that. He didn’t like it, but he at least understood. “And it would be a shame to be of<i>inconvenience</i>.” He could help but add a sprinkle of sarcasm, a little on the grumpy side that morning. This lifestyle didn’t agree with him. Luitwin had said so the day before and he was antsy to get a move on. Maybe conditions where they were going would provide him some relief. Luitwin told him what he could take with him and what would need to remain. He wasn’t attached to any of it by any means, his only real thought going to the expensive knife Luitwin had. He hoped it didn’t get left behind, something to be used by the humble church without any real idea of its value. He did take the rosary at the prompting but didn’t bother with a bath. It wasn’t usually something he did before travel, though he also wasn’t usually traveling by coach. At any rate, he’d bathed the day before and felt he was plenty clean enough.<br/><br/>Ardnt met Luitwin in the cloister, telling him as such.<br/><br/>“I expected you might be a bit more eager or is there a cap to your excitement?” Ardnt asked him, wondering if he was simply monotone in nature. He hadn’t seen too strong emotions from him. Perhaps fear when he’d had his hands wrapped around his throat but that was to be expected. A spark of anger here and there, but little more. He found himself hoping to see Luitwin unlike himself even if just for the excitement.