He'd been staring at his hands for what seemed like longer than it took for Ardnt to gather what little he had-- himself and the rosary at most, and meet him in the cloister. Luitwin was quick to tip his chin up and give Ardnt the usual, listless smile, as well as some honesty. "Excited wouldn't be the right word. Anxious, more like? A feeling neither good or bad, but troubling all the same."<br/><br/>The aspiring priest picked himself up from his cold seat in that familiar yard, bordered by clipped flora, and gave it all a final pan. "Your story differs from mine, of course... But perhaps you too felt something similar? Stepping out of one's home for the first time, at least the place they've lived for so many years, decades even. Even if your destination is a step up in the world, it always seems to be a shock to the nerves. God's children are not privy to change, that's why it is man's challenge to progress." For his own comfort, Luitwin managed to tie up his woes with scripture as it's ribbon, however grating it might've been on Ardnt's ears.<br/><br/>"But I might be spoiled... Only you would be able to tell me if Alriah is a place worth missing." Ending his words a bit coldly, he walked past, picking up his bag and leading Ardnt out to the stagecoach. His gerettet was left to his own devices inside for just a few minutes as he tracked down his driver in the yard who was out helping the working acolytes to scrub moss from Saint Isen's stone garb. Then he was back to Ardnt's side like a paranoid parent, shutting the door behind himself as the coach rumbled and took off.<br/><br/>There were many things he troubled over as they were lead farther away from Sigismund, some that he would rather keep to himself. But most were details that he felt he could freely share with Ardnt, or more so the only pair of open ears in the little cabin they sat in. "Priests and deacons are not bound by vows as monks are. It's the first day since I was a young man that I've cast them aside... And, hah..." He laughed to himself some, but it was much less fond. They weren't memories he was proud of. "Some selfish tantrums of my youth where I ignored what I was taught."<br/><br/>Even though the curtains were drawn, he stared at the window regardless. "God is my only judge now. But I may own things, and have my vices... Though in these few days you can see that it's not hard to predict that a monk turned priest makes for few privileges taken. I might be content to eat nothing but fish my whole life but at least my gerettet will benefit from a chapel's bounty." Ardnt may have been right in a way, that there was an end to his excitement and one could see that wall from the doorway. But Luitwin turned to him with curiosity, looking for a more proper response to compensate for his own lack thereof, "A night's meal of roasted pork and wine. The fields are quite spacious and only end at a thicket. Your room might not be larger than mine at Sigismund, but it's a personal space to call home if you continue to accept my company. I might benefit from title but there's no better place to treat a gerettet. That abbey was made for the wounded and sick, not men in dire need of God's aide."<br/><br/>Luitwin seemed sad, catching up with himself and losing that ever content smile that painted his face. "I only wish you were allowed to attend mass... Even if I could, it wouldn't be right. But that would save you hours listening to my own private readings in the days to come. That's a new rule for you though, now that I'm reminded. Gerettets aren't allowed to enter public areas, and the chapel's main hall is certainly that. Though it might not bother a man more suited to the outdoors would it? Not like you've ever asked me to let you visit any mid-city bars." The trip was long, so it was easy to lose himself to idle conversation. Even if Ardnt wasn't the most chatty, it put his mind at ease to prattle on about semi-useless knowledge.