"Work... Yes, I'm sure Herzlands could offer you much." Luitwin agreed with an uneasy canter, and it was obvious he didn't quite trust those words. "But I know what kind of work brought you here, so I can only take your word for it that you came here for honest purpose. You are my gerettet, anyhow. For now I'll believe that these weighted crimes of yours, the ones the court would have your head over, are but the consequence of a recent endeavor." He took over the rest of the rosary's beadwork once it grew too much for Ardnt to handle, and it wasn't too long before the rope was tied at each end and wrapped up in Ardnt's hands, their fingers flush tight against each other. "This will act as an ear of god, should you wish to tell him things I shouldn't know. I hope you find safety in this gift." Luitwin offered a slight of his head and muttered native blessings before he pulled away, giving Ardnt a warning before unwinding the grey sash around his waist and tying it back up so that the beads pulled through the knot and the heavy cross hung at Ardnt's side, much like his own.<br/><br/>When the tins of beads and crosses were back in place he moved them out of the patient room, eyes following them on their way. "We should find you some work, proper work you'd take better too, give those hands a rest. Ah!" An young man in the same robe as Ardnt walked around the cloister, pushing a small cart of brushes and mops, his only distinguishing factor being his gait and a bright orange sash. He was an acolyte, young with a head of chestnut hair cut short and kept clean. It was their job to do a lot of the weekly maintenance, and always reminded Luitwin of when he was in their place washing old kettles. "What are your duties today? We have a gerettet that favors busywork." The young man peered at Ardnt curiously but gave his honest answer. Obviously obedient to those of black cloth, but still not one to stare at Ardnt as if he were some kind of monster. He had been here long enough to take well to the ways of the church. "To clean under the balneary before it's drained in the morning, if I had the help I could have it all done and out with the ashes too." The acolyte spoke, words soft like any Herzen's. "I'll be meeting with Brother Siegmar for it." Luitwin nodded along, finally deciding with, "So be it. This is Wendelin, Ardnt. You go with him to a monk who will see that you get those limbs moving. Oh-- No lifting on your bad side though." The last thing he wanted was for Ardnt to stress the stitches when out of his sight, it was bad enough that his scuffle earlier with the guards put so much strain on the skin.<br/><br/>Young Wendelin had Ardnt start off by pushing the cart along, and with a lot of care once they arrived at a dark corridor of narrow, stone steps. It was the way to the downstairs, and more specifically where they were headed, the inner workings of the balneary. The room was just as large as upstairs, though perhaps it didn't seem it in the low light. There was enough visibility to see where one walked so that they wouldn't fall into the small canal that ran through the room, dry save for green, mossy growths and whatever failed to pass through the grates. Thankfully it didn't stink like the sewer it resembled, save for heavy iron and wet, stagnant cold.<br/><br/>"You brought a gerettet, a foreigner." A monk walked up to peer over into the cart, making sure everything was there. Barrels had already been hauled down earlier in the day as evidenced by the two huddled against the wall. "All of our patients are foreigners in the eyes of the church, even those born in our streets. Do not worry." He bowed his head, dressed down to his slim robes and broad bodied, hair hanging in short dark waves that reached no lower then his neck of which he donned a short, black cap. "I am Brother Siegmar, you'll be helping our acolyte, yes? The water flows from above, from the baths, and carries down through here to drain." He pointed at the shut grates near the ceiling, then at the grate at the far end of the canal. "You come at a good time, it's not something we do every week less there be complications. Just have to hop down and scrub the moss free, clean the grates, we'll rinse everything out once and do it a second time. Rinse again and it all should be clean for quite awhile. Simple job. And if you're kind and your body still wide awake, we can show you to the incinerator to clean that as well."<br/><br/>Young Wendelin handed Ardnt a matching broom like his own before carefully hopping down into the shallow, stone waterway. As long as one was used to the smell tickling their nose and was careful not to slip on the slick floors, it wasn't too terrible a chore. The brooms themselves seemed specifically designed for this purpose, lined with coarse teeth so that they could scrape away the grime. Meanwhile, the monk let the two work in the thick of it, while he climbed higher to scrub down in and around the grates leading up to the bath with an old rag.<br/><br/>Luitwin all the while was content to set all his things aside in his room and return to the beds, helping those with those various needs, especially the man with the injured leg who had long abandoned their game of dice. He could've stayed in his room and wrote for the better part of the day, but even the Abbot couldn't doubt his desire to return to the swing of things. Hopefully Ardnt wouldn't be kept through dinner, and in the evening he could bring his meals with the rest, even if it wouldn't satisfy an Alrian palate.