Braquer was scrubbing the floors of the Cathedral, trying to get the dirt and mud off the floor that came from outside. He sighed every so often, as he dipped the sponge back into the tin bucket of water, and scrubbed heavily again.
Braquer had a look of melancholy and loneliness in his eyes.
Maybe someone should talk to him?
Braquer had a look of melancholy and loneliness in his eyes.
Maybe someone should talk to him?
