Arngeirr sat up in his bed - a might bit to small for him - and stretched his mighty arms as he let out a huge yawn.  His huge feet hit the cold stone floor as he roused himself from his huge slumber, ready to face any challenge of the day as a proper gentleman.  He had spoken as truthfully to the monks as he could, telling them all that was appropriate, and once again uttered a silent pray to the gods that he was not making a mistake and would bring ruin to these huge gentlemen; for if there were any in this world who deserved death and destruction, it most certainly was not the monks of Buzzia and the brave Guard who kept watch over the Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls.<br/><br/>"I say," he murmured to himself, "It's about time to put on some trousers..."<br/><br/>Striding across the room, Arngeirr that a servant had deposited his once soiled trousers in the room for him.  With haste he dressed himself, now properly clothed from the waist down but still with his huge muscled chest bare.  He must do his best to be professional now, as a gentleman should; and today was an important day for him.  He had received the blessings of the monks, and today he would enter the reliquary and search its vaults for Anvindr's relic.  The wretched mechanism of the Anvindr family's shame.  Arngeirr breathed deep of the fresh morning air, soothing his nerves and steeling his resolve.  He decided it would be best to seek out Zato and request the senior monk's permission to enter the reliquary; he was sure the Temple's master would be quite busy today in the wake of last night's violence.