UNNAMED - Chapter 3, I think

Jharek finished his morning prayers, and stood. The cold slabs of the temple floor set off the arthritis in his right knee. Time was taking its toll on the old man. Having seen nearly sixty summers, he had long since grown out of the vanity of youth, no longer bothering to brush his hair out every morning. At the moment, it lay in a pony tail, the colour of brushed steel, tied back, almost reaching his shoulders. His hardened features, and scarred countenance, gave a false impression, for he was a caring sensitive man of great faith and inner strength. He hobbled to the door, and limped down the stairs, his hands shaking on the banister. As he reached the foot of the stairs, two figures strode into view. Jharek swore. 1

"What are you two doing in my temple?" He asked.2

Decado just lifted an eyebrow.3

"I am not going on some crazy quest because you feel like paying off your bar tab."4

T'Nau's smile eased Jhareks mood, and his expression softened.5

"We aren't here to ask anything of you, old friend." Began T'Nau, although he was cut of swiftly by Jharek.6

"I'm not as old as either of you. You just had the right 'cirumcstances.'"7

Decado grinned. At eight thousand, seven hundred and thirty six, he didn't look a day older than twenty four. T'Nau turned to him and looked questioningly, however, Decado just shook his head, and looked to Jharek.8

"Enough T'Nau, Jharek is too old to flatter into joining us, and far to old to swing a mace, so lets leave him to it."9

Jharek's face curled into a nasty grimace, and he swung for Decado, how tried to duck, but not quickly enoug. Jharek's fist crashed into his face, shattering his jawbone with a splintering crunch. Blood sprayed across the floow. T'Nau winced.10

"I'm not so damned old now am I?"11

Decado's jaw re-aligned, and snapped back into place, curving into a grin.12

"I see you can still throw a punch, fancy coming for a small adventure? If you're athritis will let you." T'Nau smirked at Decado's comment, but Jharek, his expression set with firm resolve began to speak.13

"Alright then, I'll be along with you, but no cold weather or mountains this time."14

T'Nau smiled and shook hands in the warriors grip, holding one anothers wrists, and turned to leave. Decado simply nodded and walked off. Jharek returned to his quaters, and pulled back the wardrobe, revealing a loose floor board. Pulling it up, he reached into the hollow space, and pulled a fine pair of the leather gauntlets, with bronze knuckle guards, softly worked, and smelling beautiful. He pulled out a stiff leather jerkin, donned it with difficulty, for the buckles were stiff, and not easily tightened, with athritic fingers. Finally, a long hafted mace. Ivory haft, unblemished, and smooth, onto which was mounted ten kilo's of steel, fashioned into the shape of a rams head, deadly and tenacious. He swung the mace into the strap, sown intyo his jerking, and stalked from the temple.15