by Choark » Mon Jan 26, 2004 5:51 am
Andy moved, not like lighting, but like a rock with a purpose, slow, steady and causing anyone stupid enough to keep in his way a knock or two. His eyebrows were locked in an tight closed postion of a thoughtful but angry man. Trouble? In his Cathedral!? He cursed these Sermons, maybe not as silently as he hoped, when he thought about what may or may not have happened.
It certainly didn't surprise anyone who knew him that when he shifted his belt from under a sawn on hanging cloth on the back of his robes, his Axe, the same a few "young pups" had seen used to cut down mighty trees, came by his side.
"Blast it where's that Jifael! Stand up man and show yourself this is no time to be dilly dallying around like a small girl in a flower field. And you others, chop chop!" He said, glaring at everyone mentioned, even the four armed fellow he hadn't met yet. His Axe swang with the word "chop" each time, as if hearing its owner.
"Is this the youth today? All of you waiting for a red carpet to show the way? Every second lost is a step not taken. Thunder upon a hill, Jifael, look lively!"
Each slow step he took he was heading in the direction of the Reliquary. Those with the pride of youth would surely be put to shame by the old mans quick reactions to the trouble.