He was displeased, and that was putting it nicely. Luitwin kept his composure the whole walk, the lack of windows further into the jail had him steady on uneven stone. Ardnt had chosen not to behave, though he wasn't very much surprised with as brash as these port guards got with prisoners. He could've only hoped his arrival would warrant good treatment of the new inmate, but after all is said and done, it was still Ardnt that chose to retaliate, with a temper Luitwin was all too eager to snuff out.<br/><br/>"And if he tells me why, what would that mean for you?" The monk raised a firm tone with the warden, who obviously tried to use the incident as leverage to push him out of his decision. He gave the irritated Herzen in blue a look that suggested he'd watch his men better. A dog that's whipped into a corner has little else to do with it's time but cower or bite, and Ardnt would not cower, this he knew.<br/><br/>They thanked him for having retrieved the foreigner, whether genuine, that they were simply grateful to be rid of the thing, or bitter of their lack of power over the whims of the church. Luitwin stood casually and let Ardnt pass, who continued to be escorted all the way back to the draped carriage, albeit with a strong gait and respectful distance likely only provoked by the presence of a monk. Luitwin had little else to say, not keen on making conversation with the lot now that the papers were handed over, and simply bowed his head to the warden with a quiet fellow before following Ardnt and his pitiful guards out, confident that he wouldn't run.<br/><br/>There was nowhere to run but the grave, anyhow.<br/><br/>Luitwin was quick to inspect Ardnt's wrists, the sailor's linens he still wore, pulling his hands into the sliver of light that shown between the drab curtains as the carriage shook over a cobbled road. "... You'll benefit from a wash, at least to get rid of that judicial stench, you think?" His voice softened significantly, intimate in the quiet of their ride. "I hope you'll act nicer to the abbot, he is a man of great mercy, and you have my word he would do little to provoke. Not that he's a pushover, Father has power and wields it as God intends. But he has little interest in treating our similar guests like animals." Luitwin offered a smile, sure and comforting, "Like I told you, criminals will never recover when they continue to live like the damned."<br/><br/>Ardnt looked... frazzled, though he could hardly think of a time when he didn't, hair in coarse curls and face dour. The monk stared too much, though he told himself it was only for the lack of stimuli on their trip, so disconnected with the noon populace outside. He was excited enough to step out of the cart when it stopped, which continued on a small road around the monastery after both men piled on out. "Let us go, you'll be able to roam, so a tour is important."<br/><br/>Sigismund was large, with stone walls and a tall iron gate surrounding it's land. By no means was it grand, plain save for a mossy statue of  Saint Isen outside it's doors as the image of a robed man pouring water over a rocky heart. Trickles of water flowed out of algae stained arteries down into a small bath that surrounded it's likeness. The monastery's interior seemed to silence all the hustle from the streets outside, seemingly abandoned as the practitioners were now absorbed into their daily duties. But it was ideal, a chance to give Ardnt time to breathe and take in his surroundings without the whispering of skeptical brothers ushering out of dark corners.<br/><br/>Luitwin only deigned to show Ardnt the necessities. The Balneary, seperate from it's neighboring facilities and appearing little more than a large communial bath. The working of levers would clean it of old water, but a chosen few worked tirelessly to fill it each week by hand and keep it from filth throughout. The toilets next door were not terribly different from those of the ship, albeit built on old plumbing inferior to the upper class and requiring more than janitorial duty from the young monks. The next was a long walk across the monastery and around the cloister to where they were fed their meals, a room overwhelmingly spacious with rows of wooden tables. With uncertainty, Luitwin mused, "I.. do know that our guests are not to eat with us, even those we take on as.. what you might call acolytes. You won't have to eat in bed anymore, but I'll be sure to ask for your open hours in due time." Quickly he added, stopping himself before he could walk out and drag Ardnt with him with nothing but his own fervor, "You cannot eat in bed, even if you'd like. It's unsanitary to bring food into a room where blood is drawn."<br/><br/>"Ah--" Realizing he was getting ahead of himself, he figured their last stop would be Ardnt's temporary bedroom... of sorts. Luitwin worked to explain himself on the way, "You might very well be moving soon, as I do, but for the time being you'll have to sleep with the others. Patients." Worried Ardnt might have reason to complain, he hurried to their destination, stilt legs going a mile a minute with his short stride.<br/><br/>Beds lined each side of the walls, windows high near the ceiling and large, cubical sections of curtain offered each bed it's privacy. "It isn't crowded, so it shouldn't be a bother. And it is again just temporary. You're welcome to choose one that isn't occupied, though I would suggest somewhere.. hm.." Uneasily, he lowered his tone, "Not near our natives.. The older ones, they're quite verbal and you're well aware of our disposition towards.." More pauses broke up his speech, but he decided to leave it at that, confident that Ardnt would understand what he meant. Luitwin could do little to curb the xenophobic spoutings of cranky, decaying men who were injured as it was. "This is where I spend most my hours, so it is convenient. Not that I would be accepting interruptions."<br/><br/>A deep sigh and a forced smile, he tucked his hands into his sleeves and allowed his mind a moment's rest."Did you have anywhere in mind you wanted to go before I take you to see the Abbot? Like I said, a wash wouldn't hurt, some new clothes... And a walk, if it suites you." He gave him a soft touch on the arm, easing him out into the open halls of the cloister, sunlight streaming over the nearby garden as plain as it was. Ardnt must've been stressed, and only bad came from poking a murderer with a stick. He tried to stay lighthearted, but curiosity overpowered him. "... What had you attack them? If I may ask." A pause and a furrow of his brow, "Not that I've chosen to side with you, you can imagine I'm not too proud.. But you are a dangerous man, and they're simply stupid."