[h1][center]Kapti Van Ken[/center][/h1]

As the large man entered the church, he made a quiet point of removing his cap and taking it all in. The grandeur of it, while not necessarily elegant or excellent or exceptional in any way was something that drew Kapti in. Perhaps it was the holiness pulling on the heart of the old behemoth. 

Once the business was tended to — Kapti of course being incredibly generous for the Bishop — he took the Bishop's words in rather seriously. His face grew sullen and tightened. His brow furrowed up and twisted into a million pieces before splintering off into a nod and a toothy shower of a smile, like a moldy piece of oak he spoke in those jovial tones that so defined his presence. Barky, growly, thundery, and calm. The lamb [i]and[/i] the lion.

"[b]Yessir Father. Just out in the yard then.[/b]" Again there was contemplation in the form of a deeply rooted warping of the birch tree face, covered in the fallen leaves of both the most recent and the most distant falls. It were as if the whole world had taken the duty of being his face. The crust showing through in his brow as that thick wooded mass of a face began once again began to speak. "[b]I'll be back here in a bit once I've talked t'them a bit.[/b]" That face seemed all at once to unroot itself, revealing a deep system of obscured muscle and bone that turned and shaped to pull the lumbering figure out of the Church.

First, he left the now empty sack in his cart, tied his two horses and the cart down with a rather gnarly looking iron stake that plunged into the dirt and seemed to call it home as quickly as a mouse in the crevice of the house. Already armed and ready for such ventures as conversation, he made his way into the graveyard and began to patrol down the lanes in search of these individuals... Or any disturbances of any other note. When he entered the yard he kept his eyes sharp and his splitting maul in front of him held in two hands just above his waist, carefully. He didn't want to fall into a grave or anything of the sorts, after all.

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