[center][h1][color=9370D8]Gavroche Marmalage[/color][/h1][/center]

As Gavroche was waiting, the peephole went alight, allowing him to look through the peephole. There he saw the Abbot do his long winded prayers. Although Gavroche was bored, he was not unfamiliar with those kind of things. His mother used to always take him to the temple and have him sit through prayers far longer than this one. The smoke wasn't any big deal either considering they always did incense at the temple as well. (Though he did have to admit this one was far stronger and nearly made him cough) Though, what really caught Gavroche's attention was a familiar glint that flashed out of the Abbots sleeves.

[color=9370D8]"Wait, you do knives?"[/color] Gavroche inquired as he popped out of the hiding hole like a weasel, staring directly at the Abbot. [color=9370D8]"Oops,"[/color] Gavroche muttered with a grimace. Immediately, he popped back down, smoothly placing the floor boards back above him without a noise and away he crawled from the opening.