Arngeirr does not look the woman or the knight in the eye.  He takes in a deep, huge breath, his mighty breast swelling to many times it size, before letting it out in a huge, slow exhale.  When first he speaks, his voice is just as heavy and solemn.<br/><br/>"Well met, mighty Morr.  It is an honor to protect the young miss.  Though last I left her in the care of brother Korsarro when my duties pulled me elsewhere.  Guarding this contemptible relic is proving to be most tiresome..."<br/><br/>He now diverts his attention to the smaller of the two warriors.  "Indeed, lady Alyssa.  I am greatly out of balance.  I had come to this temple searching for a relic," Arngeirr nudges the heavy box set before him, "And that has been done.  But I require something else left by my father to understand it.  My huge gut tells me that my father would have left something in the library in case the monks ever needed to learn of this relic's nature."<br/><br/>Now his tempo quickens, his sunken features rising into something approaching a snarl.  "But it seems the ongoing feud between brothers Valetni and Vernasus has caused damage to the library and rendered it unusable.  I cannot enter it until Wolfram or Zato allows me to.  And what if my father's tome has been damaged in this altercation?  The man was walking around with lethal toxins and they simply threw them about!  Poor Mary-"<br/><br/>He quickly lowers his voice, not knowing if Mary is present, "Poor Mary could have been injured, or worse!  Such disgusting behavior, gentlemen or not!  And worst of all, this relic I am carrying, the untold power it represents, is meant to be guarded by two at all times, myself and a brother monk.  Vernasus was assigned to guard it with me for today.  And now he is gone!  After bursting into Valetni's room, he stormed off in a fit of rage and I lost sight of him!"<br/><br/>His voice rises again, anger seething to the surface and bubbling forth from his lips.  "I have had enough!  Them men run around like children!<i>Lives</i>are at stake here!  Lives have already been lost!<i>This cursed relic killed my father and brought misery to my family, and I am unable to even know what it does!  MY FATHER COULD BE ROTTING IN THE LOWEST CIRCLE OF HEL BECAUSE OF-</i>"<br/><br/>Arngeirr's eye snap shut and he lowers his head in shame.  He has forgotten himself.  He practices breathing disciplines to bring the pounding of his huge heart in check and to bottle his wild fury until he can find a proper outlet.  "There is much work I have yet to complete.  For myself, and for others besides.  Until these monks - who I had believed to be gentlemen - cease this shirking of their duties, I will be trapped here, and my family's work will go unfinished."