Argeirr mutters curses and prayers to Hel under his breath as he listen to Veransus.  He holds the rag, having not yet relieved himself upon it.<br/><br/>"I say, brother Veransus," the anger in Arngeirr's huge voice is beginning to seep through, "I say I must attend to this relic.  I can do only so much with one hand and I cannot allow it to be damaged in this fiasco.  I apologize, noble monk, but I must first return it to the reliquary and perhaps leave it under guard before I can render any aid.  I am useless while I am forced to carry this box."