With the missionaries spreading the word of god to Alriah, it was no wonder the people there scattered in either direction during said mission's depart. Luitwin knew that he himself required many years of devotion to truly grasp the weight of his lot in life, and he abandoned so many things upon entering the church as a simple acolyte. Piety was synonymous with loyalty, and discipline.<br/><br/>Luitwin smiled softly at Ardnt's agreement, that no force made him nostalgic for years past. The monk appeared almost sympathetic. "I'll speak to you again in the evening, Ardnt." No shave, then, but the man would probably benefit from having his hair brushed, since it was thick and strewn about his shoulders in waves and curls. Luitwin could only guess that there were a fair number of knots in there that only a little coaxing could remove. A simple splash of water over the head simply wouldn't do it.<br/><br/>He watched Ardnt on his way to lay down, making sure the man wasn't about to wander, though Luitwin for the most part trusted he wouldn't. It was a shame he hadn't any books to offer on this ship, though surely they both weren't strangers to wasting away the better hours of the day doing naught. Luitwin spent his time penning, rewriting verses and anatomical analysis from memory as they did at the monastery. It helped to commit each word to memory, though most often they copied whole books for the purpose of redistribution, huddled over small desks with their heads down long enough to cause a considerable ache in the spine upon rising. Luitwin was thankful his expertise allowed him to stay on his feet more than most, his apprenticeship under a doctor served him well and allowed him respite from many of his duties.<br/><br/>Before supper rolled around, while the sun was still setting and the sailors piled down into their cabins with an audible chatter, the cabin boy walked past Ardnt a little too cautiously than what was necessary, to quietly open Luitwin's door and tell him the captain would appreciate his presence over supper. This was how the night usually went when no strange men were being pulled up onto the deck and left in the monk's company, and though it started off as strange for most of the crew to adjust, over time  they seemed to mellow out. Most restrained from speaking crudely, though Luitwin also suspected Bertrand's guidance had  played a hand in in their change in behavior, wanting to appear as gracious as possible towards the church and the opportunity to escort the ambassador. The latter of which would've surely made him look good in the eyes of his overseers.<br/><br/>Dinner went smoothly, the monk quietly accompanying the crew, sat close to Bertrand and their chosen ambassador. He never spoke much, used to the dead quiet during all his meals at the monastery, where conversation simply wasn't allowed. Though, it was nice that sometimes he got to answer a question, or offer his opinion on something, and Luitwin tried his best to keep a warm expression and be as accepting of the hospitality as he could nonetheless. After the last of the sailors were shuffling out and the cook was preparing a plate for their newest guest, the cabin boy washing plates in the backdrop, the captain stopped to inquire about Ardnt. "The man's behaving, then. You two have.. spoken?" Luitwin nodded in turn, taking the plate. "He said his name was Ardnt, he's expecting a sentence, but.." Hesitating, he decided to speak anyway, "I'm deciding whether I'd prefer he'd stay at the monastery... I know it doesn't much concern you, what happens to him after you let him be detained, but I'd like to ask if you would let me know where he goes when we arrive." Bertrand followed along with the monk's idea, hand rubbing at his chin in thought, agreeing quietly. Luitwin closed with the usual prayer for a restful night, not wanting to drag on the conversation so long. He was just worried that because Ardnt was a foreigner, the court wouldn't give him more than a day to defend himself, if he even could. The closer he kept his eye on him the better.<br/><br/>"I don't find you so adverse to compromise, your words are your own." He snapped softly in retort, refusing to reflect Ardnt's liberal use of curses. A deep plate of stock, dried meat and bread was set beside Ardnt's bed quietly, and while Luitwin left him to eat, he hung up his top robe and hulled away the wooden chair, coming back with a small, leather bag under arm. He politely waited for the man to finish before gesturing into the hallway towards the stairs. "I thought you'd like some fresh air. It's rather cool out, and there's a breeze." Luitwin had set a chair out on deck, having fetched a broom from the cabin boy and half a pail of water. With him he carried a simple grooming kit, though Ardnt didn't want a shave, a trim wouldn't change much would it? Not only was getting the man out of the stuffy cabins good, but it'd be easier to sweep any mess off the ship, and the absence of the sailors offered some nice privacy.