Delta was kneeling. The small alcoves to the side of the kings hall served as shrines of sorts, was in the alcove dedicated to Vemundr, on both knees with his hands raised to the ceiling Delta was praying. 
"Dear Lord in heaven
My bare hand shall work the righteous work.
My shod feet shall walk the 
Righteous way.
My naked eye shall read the righteous word.
My mortal shoulders shall burden the Righteous weight.
And my unsheathed blade shall soldier the righteous war." he murmured, eyes closed in vehement worship. Kat was by his side, looking at him, head tilted eyes looking upon the armored caretaker to her side.
Slowly Delta unbuttoned his bag and pulled out offerings: a stem of lavender, a cusp of wheat and a small wooden carving of a Kat. "Lord, accept my offerings for I am your worshiper, your hand on this earth, accept them for I love and I fear. For I send in the name of the souls you have claimed and the souls you will claimed.", he placed the offerings on the barren alter and pinched the candle wicks, putting out their flames and casting the alcove into darkness, the shadowed face of Vemundr looking down on him compassionately. Delta rose and walked out, popping a bundle of mint leaves in his mouth and chewed, his steps slow and deliberate so Kat remained close. Up ahead two people were talking a priest by the looks of it and a military official. Delta sneered internally, he hated the army, all that they stood for, all that they were, and it was because of his brother, Maximus. As he passed the General he spat the mint leaves out of his mouth and at his feet, locking his eyes in a glare with the man for a moment, a long moment, hate flaring in his eyes, hands on the hilts of his short swords.