"I've heard many things about Alriah... some rumors I don't necessarily believe, but the picture is clear. I can't say that I necessarily agree with the way our church has tried to... campaign in the past, but there are lots of men and women there that would benefit much from a little mercy and a god that won't abandon them." Luitwin shook off the uncomfortable thoughts he had with a smile and some light laughter. "You could call us stubborn, you'll never find a respectable man in cloth who would abandon his cause. I don't know if the casual practictioners and godless would call us loyal, or headstrong. I sometimes get to talk to men like you.. Maybe not with the same crimes and same demeanor, but those less in tune. Their outlook on it all is always a little interesting, but such is human, is it not?" Curiosity for the foreign, the bizarre, it was a mortal instinct that thankfully god did not punish him for, among his.. other desires. Curiosity led man to learn the body and it's secrets, improve health, safely deliver children and extend the lives of those sick and wounded.<br/><br/>Luitwin continued to read some more, tales of the earth gone comatose and the flesh of God sleeping before man arose to cultivate the land and spread it's waters. It was a change of pace for him to be so... talkative, even when he wasn't reading. Most his days were spent with few words if any, though the coming changes would see him get more personal with the populace, he was sure. He only paused to comment on matters of family, "Family was never important to me... perhaps I was a little bitter once, but I took to a teacher quite early into my life and spent most my childhood as a live-in apprentice, to a surgeon. It could just be that a family affairs never stole my interest, things like holidays or reunions, but it never seemed strange at all after I joined the monastery... Most of the men there, they come from orphanages, or the streets. Sometimes you'll see someone pursuing his family's tradition, or a man of many years converting to our faith." Luitwin stopped to muse over a thought, "You'll see the life we live for yourself anyway, won't you? It's no good to try and explain it then, and you can call it so foreign and strange later."<br/><br/>The trees spread their likeness like branches, spores and pollen spread, an ocean broke down into many streams, the monk recited all of these as parts of God's grand design. "Our bodies are the same, you've seen? Our bones, or innards, they're all cores with outstretched arms that grow from our conception outward. Same as our capital, now expanded into many territories, spreading it's influence in the towns and villages surrounding us." Luitwin stopped to tack on some examples to the scripture conceptualizing the world to a godless Ardnt. He was quiet for few too many seconds, finally replying to a remark that caught his attention before.<br/><br/>".... There are no innocents, Ardnt. We're all simply flawed, out to do our best.. or our worst. Don't believe that your innocent men can't turn to sin with the flip of a mark, just as those who blaspheme can be converted to lives of good. This is why all are spared, the greatest goal in life is to contribute, and if you would one day partake in charity with me... well, I call that a success on my part. I won't have you wasted to the court's noose." Luitwin was gentle with his words, albeit firm, taking Ardnt for a man so foreign he didn't quite understand their ways yet, even the ones that pertained to him like morality.<br/><br/>He continued reading and was almost near the later chapters as he heard noise overhead, the sounds of heavy boots and chatter that somehow grew louder over seas signified a break in their day to enjoy a mid-meal. "Would you like to stop for now? I could bring down something for you to eat, unless you'd rather wait till nightfall and walk it off after.. I just assume you'd enjoy another walk after they leave, a man of your vigor being confined to a bed most the day, and it isn't even your legs that are wounded."