Luitwin caught a sight of the man showing curiosity in his surroundings, or searching. To be fair, the monk had no reason to feel as calm as he did, alone with this criminal washed aboard, a past unknown to him. If it wasn't his own endearment, then it was his trust in God, and Ardnt's own sensibilities that he realizes there's little room for escape should he be violent.<br/><br/>"I never took you for a man who enjoyed bloodshed, death has no novelty to those with bodies as marred as yours." He replied, softly, and quietly, just loud enough to be heard. The walls of the ship were thin and his only ally was the beating of waves against the ship's hull. "Not even the slaughter of soldiers is free of scrutiny, but this is the paradox we live in. Like execution is necessary for those so unwilling to change, sometimes it is just to protect what you believe in. At times, we turn to murder to achieve this. Not the most righteous father in Herzland is flawless, Ardnt, men are imperfect by nature." As unfortunate as this was, it left good work for those such as himself, and the other monks and acolytes. They struggled to perfect the human form, in body, mind and spirit. Luitwin was one of many who would live knowing they would never live to see the fruits of their efforts.<br/><br/>Luitwin kept himself turned away from the man for the most part, fingers rapping against the desk in thought. "Alriah... Yes, I can see that on you. They have a sour reputation, the men of Alriah... Hmm... I don't suppose it would be kind to say, but a lot of talk of uncivlized, brutal men who revel in sodomy and acts of public torture. No court, no church, and on the lighter side of the rumors, no razors." He couldn't say he quite disagreed. Luitwin passively took this slander at it's face value, accepting it without question. But then he saw Ardnt, who was proof of such heritage, and not at all as ugly a savage as most ignorant Herzens would believe... Or was that just him dreaming? A bias conjured up by impure images.<br/><br/>"I can say that, as you've found out, the covetting of other men is not seen as sanitary. Sodomites spread disease due to their own unwillingness to curb their carnal whims. The same sins apply to the sick and the disfigured, should they pass on their affliction to others, or commit the greatest atrocity of bearing children." His nails stopped tapping against the wood, stilled. "These are blemishes, the start of an infection seeping into an open wound. If the infected tissue isn't removed then necrosis will take effect, the infection kills everything it touches. This is.. why any affairs you may have had, would be deemed worthy of hanging by the court."<br/><br/>Turning around in his seat, he gave Ardnt a long, sincere gaze. "I won't let them hang you, not with your hesitation."<br/><br/>Some silence transpired, and Luitwin pushed himself to ask, out of curiosity, that professional visage starting to crumble. "Incidents such as these are hardly the worst of it... what did you mean by that, Ardnt? It'd hardly be work to deny crimes already suspected. During your bath, if you'd forgive me for reminding you that you put on quite the display of misconduct, and all without raising an arm." Despite his usual, stoic attitude, the monk couldn't help but shift lightly with a restrained smile, like he could've laughed had he pushed himself. "That's quite extraordinary, don't you think?" He wondered if he should seem more anxious about, perhaps put on a false front of shyness, maybe just a touch of modesty. But, Luitwin acted casual instead, almost feeling a little sadistic as his words came out as chiding.<br/><br/>If it weren't for the color of his robes and the beaded sash around his waist, he would be asking more questions than was necessary. Why him? Though Luitwin often had a strike of vanity, it was hardly to allure anyone into his bed. He instead followed the care needed to look perfect in the eyes of God. Well groomed, clean, clothes  well kept from his collar to his stockings, but humble. He could only guess that all it took was a man of his stature prostrated at Ardnt's feet, a fantasy fueled by whatever cruel ideal led most of the men of Alriah to consort with one another.<br/><br/>"Would you learn to smother those sins in their crib? Though I hardly expect they haven't grown before your arrival here. But I'll take your word as truth... The same can't be said for God, Ardnt."