Shrieks echoed throughout the massive structure, as the dirt gave resistance to the knife grinding into the glass, but soon the windows of the den were cleared of dirt and the light of the afternoon sun shone through the cloud of dust suspended before the window.
Boyce jabbed Lloyd's knife into the seams and catches of the window and then pried it open with a creak that seemed to force itself into their very hearts.
They just stood there and looked at the once beautiful room that was nothing more than a void now. Absolutely nothing was left in the house after the monastic sacked it.
"Manguino is truly a mad dog warranted of dying!" said Lloyd.
"This was such a beautiful place, once!" was Boyce's only response.
Suddenly their came a loud shriek at the window and it made both men jump back in fright.
"Zoar-caw!"
Both men sighed when they saw that it was only Zoro perched at the window.
"It's only Zoro!" said Boyce. "I wondered where he's been all afternoon!"
While Lloyd and his friend looked over the house and decided what they needed to clean up and move in, Cardinal Orren was making his own assessments. His assessment, however, was not of buildings, but of the two strangers that came to Pomperaque, from the north.