As the meal starts and the mead begins to flow, other Monks and those Guards not on duty make their way into the Great Hall, sitting at the various tables that fill it as food makes its way up and down the lines. There is surprisingly little talk about the so called 'Squirrel Incident' of the morning, and none at all of the involvement of the mirror. Whatever tales have wound through the Temple, they apparently have whatever happened done and finished.<br/><br/>Eventually, Wolfram ducks his head in through a back door near the table the newcomers and the others involved in the day's occurances have gathered at, his arm now wrapped in fresh, dull gray cloth as he takes his seat. With a smile more akin to a grimace he raises his good hand for attention from those nearby, waiting until all conversation stops and halting those that persist with a glare sharp enough to shave with.<br/><br/>"Now then, thank you. I'll be brief -I usually take my meals in my personal quarters after all- and I have no real desire to say the unnecessary here. I've asked those of you here to answer firstly that the artifact responsible for today's...occurances... has been dealt with, and there is no longer any need to worry on that end. However, upon questioning him after he awoke, it seems that Brother Johnson, the monk investigating the artifact, does not have any memory of the events leading up to his removal of the device from the reliquary, and those who assissted him in moving it were themselves ignorant of his intentions. Which means that the chances there is another force acting in the temple that led to this is no longer an impossibility, and that is not a good thing.<br/><br/>Effectively, I would like your aid in keeping an eye out for any further unusual happenings. Brother Johnson's memory faded sometime early this morning it seems, and if a demon has somehow hid its presence and made its way into the temple it could have had any amount of time to lay plans. Plans I will *not* abide coming to fruition." He stares at the gathered monks and guests, his eyes not even noticing Mary in their sweep as they pass, before the grim form of his face returns to its calm casual smile. Awkwardly after his outburst, and perhaps a tad quickly, he gives a polite yet meek bow before moving off back the way he came, exiting the dining hall.