Walking up the paved street, its stones having been kept as immaculately clean as possible just a few days ago, Morr had finally been able to grasp his resolve. Looking at him, one might have thought him relaxed, calm, as he walked towards the armed men, their weapons raised, ready to greet him with death.<br/><br/>It appeared the nobles had noticed that their underpaid guards might not be enough to save them, as he looked through the gate behind the armed men, he could see that every door of every estate was barred. The guards themselves grew tense, they knew that even outnumbering him by the dozens, at least some would die to this towering figure of steel.<br/><br/>He stopped at the end of the street, something of an empty space before the last ramp up to the gate that led into the city's 'higher part'.<br/><br/>He did not move, simply waiting, his helmet's gaze set at the guards.