Krieg arrived at the Altar. He pressed his hands upon the stone. Though he did not need to breathe, he sucked in large lungfuls of air. "What...the...fuck...." he continued belting out a variety of creative swears. He sighed, angrily. He turned around seeing Mable's approach, he waved her away, "No, go back to the house...I think...I think...I'm fine."