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But Shar is still sick and Andra tells him she can't teach him that day. He suggests he go see Mica instead. Only when he arrives at Mica's office, the elderly priest has paper work coming out of his ears.

"I'm sorry, Kerobian, I do hope you understand. I have some rather important work right now. Surely you have something important you could be doing too, so why not come back tomorrow."

And he finds himself standing in the courtyard, feeling as though he's being shuffled around buuuut not quite sure about it. Shar had been sick for days now and Mica did look a bit frazzled. sighing he considers his alternatives.

There are no students in the salley, but sounds from one of the store rooms tells Kero there is someone about.

Kero tries to edge his way in without being seen but suddenly a whistling sound is heard, just moments before a bo slams into his tail, shattering it's tuff.

"Try to trap me on my own turf will you..." growls a familiar voice, which suddenly trails off as a window is pushed open and Br. Grayson turns to see his assailant.

"Kerobian?" he says in confusion, "What are you doing here? Thank the Morning Lord you haven't grown a few inches taller... that could have been your head, cat."

The brother points to a scattering of sand on the floor. "We've been having a series of thefts again, so I was doing a tally of what in the stores, but I knew I would be vunerable if one would come up on me unawares." He takes his foot and lightly moves it across the sand and it makes a faint slight scratching sound, one Kero had overlooked in his eagerness to trap a would be thief.

"No." says the brother firmly. "Your mind is too cluttered. I can see it in your eyes. There is something you need to do but you are avoiding it. Why?"

Br. Grayson frowns. "A kalidescope would have nothing on you right now." he replies gruffly. "Want to talk? I think you need to do that far more than you need to spar. I'm only tallying up the stores, I can listen and do both... a boring but necessary task... I would welcome the diversion."

"Must have been some fight to get you that upset. You two go at it all the time... never very seriously though. So what were you batting heads over this time?" says Br. Grayson as he digs into a box with a frown. "Hmmm. Padding for the practice vests seems a little down. Might just be someone trying to keep warm during the cold turn though. Could you mark it on that tally board over on that crate there. Yeah, that's the one. I'd say we're about half down on it... need to get more in."

Br. Grayson looks up from his task with a twisted smile. "It has been my experience that when one acts like an adult, one gets treated like one, no matter the age of their body. So what juvenile stunt did you pull on him now?"