Scuzz

A large Centurion in heavy-armor approached Tycondrius and Zenon, larger-around but not quite as tall as the Librarian. The man's armor carried scuffs and scars from old battles-- a great deal more weathered than Zenon's own. A few achievement medals and decorations on the fellow's armor, too, made the Librarian's look... empty. 

⟬ Bronze-Rank Human Champion. ⟭ 

The man's voice echoed in his full-helmet "Brother-Librarian..."

He spun his gauntleted finger casually, then pointed it behind him, "I need the toilets scuzzed."

Tycon was unfamiliar with the word... but considering the context, it sounded... demeaning. The Centurion was asking Zenon to... clean? ...Or maybe Tycon was privy to a secret, holy ritual-- the blessings of the sacred piss-pots. 

Zenon smiled with chagrin, "Brother-Centurion, I... The Archbishop has tasked me with escorting this adventurer on his quest. Right now, I belong to his guild and not the Caeruleum temples."