After setting his helmet back on, Morr answered brother Blake's question after a few moments of hesitation "I suppose it would appear strange for me to bear this amount of scars while I have exhibited a consistent wish to always keep my armor on. I have lived a long life and most of it I spent fighting injustice.<br/><br/>I was member of a knightly order of the Second Crusade that fought back an insurrection of demons, though in pure size it was nothing compared to the Second Age, of course. I suppose I earned quite some scars there, though most I earned while I was questing. I am not exactly a soldier, I do not lay down my arms as soon as a war is over, but as long as injustice exists, I must always seek it out to let goodness gain victory, so my life has been spent doing exactly that, fighting the eternal war." he answered, his tone neutral.<br/><br/>He sighed. He was able to accept the nightmares, but he supposed that his body's involuntary reactions to them would disturb others "Have I not rested enough? Can I not leave your care now?" he asked. He was restless, he needed to move, the purpose demanded!