<i>Thud, shunk. Thud, shunk. Thud, shunk.</i><br/><br/>Leonard limps idly from his barracks into the Temple, his back bent despite the massive plate mail adorned with studs and rivets to repair old damage. The thick mist about the bridge did nothing for his cough, as he stopped every few paces to let loose a sick, wet hacking sound as bloody phlegm splattered against the thick head-wrap about his face.<br/><br/>The metal helm rattled against the holy medallions within the cloth wrap, meant to help ward off further disease. Leonard tolerated the pressure against his skull, simply to ensure the Monks kept his own contagious diseases contained.<br/><br/>His glassy eyes picked up two targets as he entered the Great Room. First, a heavily armored titan of a man, wearing heavy armor with a vicious blade. Leonards grip tightened upon his shield and blade as he glared at the scoundrel, deciding to keep a good eye on him.<br/><br/>But that was second to something else he saw.<br/><br/>Not even the black robe could shield this new-comer from the scrutiny of the Guardian. He walked with an air about him, one that was absolutely unfitting. Though, the same could be said about himself, all things considered.<br/><br/>No, it was his response to brother Zato that caused a heavy gauntleted hand to fall upon the younger mans shoulder.<br/><br/>"I would recommend you show a little bit more respect to an elder monk," wheezed a deep, wet voice, slick with mucus, "Or I may have to ask you to leave."