The provisions were rich and Morr, in his hand a chalice of good wine, helmet bound to his belt, could see that none of the participants would go hungry. The host, a well-kept merchant, was mostly engaged in a conversation with others of his profession, the house itself was clean and some pieces of the furniture seemed to have their origins from distant lands, the building itself when he had approached it not exactly fitting for the more humble houses around it.<br/><br/>Morr felt... content. Yes. Content. It had been some time since he had been able to fully sate his hunger, his feet tired due to him having had to sell his horse along with his few other worldy possessions, aside from armor and sword that belonged to the order, on his atonement-pilgrimage, with which he still was not done, but he supposed he was able to put that temporarily on hold for the matters at hand. And, due to the host's continued generosity, he would be able to sleep in a bed today too...<br/><br/>But, there was still something wrong, something he wasn't quite able to put his finger on...<br/><br/>Taking another sip from his wine, Morr scanned his surroundings, the room, the participants-<br/>The participants...<br/>None of them were dirty, nor haggard, nor did any of them belong to the rioters to whom he had held his speech earlier, and he was quite good at remembering faces, his failure at the Pass where his recruits died had taught him this. No one here had actually fought against the oppression the guards had exerted.<br/><br/>Disturbed, he could only set down the chalice and stand up-<br/><br/>"Sir Morr, on behalf of my father, I'd like to speak my thanks for you to grace us with your presence." a brown-haired woman greeted him with a bow "My name is Angelika." she smiled, bowing again, a tone in her voice he was not quite able to understand.<br/><br/>Understanding that there was courtesy he had to repay, Morr bowed his own head in greetings "I must thank your father for his generosity, milady Angelika, also for his offer to let me sleep here." at that last part he thought he saw something lighten up in her eyes "But there is a matter I am in need of discussing with him, excuse me, please."<br/><br/>Making his way around her, her apparently puzzled by something on his person, Morr soon reached the host, who had just finished his earlier conversation "Sir, I must ask you-"<br/><br/>"Ah,-" the man turned to him, grinning "Sir Morr! I trust the food is sufficient for your needs?"<br/><br/>"That... it is, sir, but I mus-"<br/><br/>"Certainly you have already made aquaintance with my beautiful daughter," from the side, the woman in question appeared "Angelika, yes?"<br/><br/>"I... did indeed, sir, but I need to ask, where are the people that, that fought by my side, today, against the guards? Should they not receive the same generosity as " he gestured at his surroundings " anyone attending here?"<br/><br/>The man's smile grew a little thinner, it seemed "Ah, you needn't worry about that, sir Morr, they are currently preoccupied with... spreading the good news, ensuring that we will be ready tomorrow, to finally rid ourselves from the arrogant nobles, with your help, of course."  looking at his bare face, the man remarked "Are you feeling sleepy? If so, I am ready to fulfill my offer of allowing you quarters here, after all you will need to be at your best in the morning and I am sure Angelika will be most delighted to lead you to your chambers."<br/><br/>This man's facial expressions... Morr was not able to properly recognize them, there was something about that grin...<br/>But perhaps, he was indeed just tired. And certainly, he would need his strength tomorrow...