Well as everyone knows cleaning is woman's work... but if the Avatar wills it...
I started outside, scrubbing and mopping the steps. Those damn heathen guardsmen should clean their boots afore stepping foot on sacred ground.
I'll clean the church but I'll nay clean the eijit's boots!
I tidied up the grave yard, pulling out weeds, cleaning the headstones and watering the bushes.
Nay rest from the wicked... And I can be wicked! Inside I had a little accident with the mop bucket... but no harm done.
I mopped the floor spic and span, polished the wooden pews and cleaned the stained glass windows.
The filth of the Guardian removed from Cove once more.
*signed flamboyantly*Amon Jarl, Commoner.