“Are there things I shouldn’t tell you?” Ardnt asked, curious if there were things Luitwin didn’t want to hear. Hints at criminal activity he might wish to keep to himself. He wasn’t clear on which crimes would show him in a less sympathetic light, with Luitwin or with others. Or if the man would even hint at anything at all. He looked down to the beads tangled up in both their hands. Luitwin pulled away and tied the strand through the sash at Ardnt’s waist with expert precision. Something he had to have done thousands of times in his lifetime.<br/><br/>Luitwin found him work after and Ardnt found that agreeable. It was simple busy work though he’d been warned not to lift with his bad side. Hard to say if he would remember or not. He wasn’t used to paying limitations any sort of mind. Ardnt initially bristled when Wendelin brought them along and another monk approached, using the word ‘foreigner.’ It was often thrown around as an insult before Ardnt was throwing firsts back, but that wasn’t the intention in this case. The fellow told him not to worry, a mere observation apparently. Ardnt introduced himself to the man and listened to the way things worked, and what his task was going to be. Ardnt dressed down to his underclothing. The fell of dragging wet robes around had no appeal to him whatsoever. They cleaned and they rinsed, did it a second time. Ardnt worked hard not to bust his ass. Grace was not his forte. After, they cleaned the ashes from the incinerator. Ardnt didn’t see why there was any reason to leave work for another day when there was time within it. The following day could be a day for fresh tasks, or at least that was how he was raised in Alriah.<br/><br/>Ardnt got cleaned up after, stinking of sweat and covered in soot. Provided clean clothing and feeling better for the little bit of work. He didn’t think he’d put too much strain on his stitches but he and Luitwin had very different standards for that sort of thing. It was red and swollen, normal as far as he was concerned. The stitches had pulled through the skin some but not much.<br/><br/>The day ran late, later than the set dinner time that Ardnt hadn’t yet gotten used to. Would have made it back eventually, assumed they would just set a meal down for him when he returned to it. It wasn’t as if Luitwin took meals with him anyway. He was in the balneary fighting with the clean robes and all the different ties and now the meaningful strand of beads he had no idea how to do that thing Luitwin did with them so easily. Frustration set in and Ardnt tossed much of it over one arm, appropriately dressed in the trousers and undershirt as far as he was concerned since he would just be retiring for the evening.