Throwing a weary glance at Valetni as he strolled out of the bathroom, Belatia, already dressed in her armor again, made her way down the stairs, to the hall where, as she saw now, sir Morr was standing guard. When had he risen from his sleep this night, she wondered... or had he even slept at all?<br/><br/>"A good morning to you, weibel Belatia." sir Morr greeted her.<br/><br/>"Same to you... sir. Sir, I must ask, when was the last time you slept?"<br/><br/>"The day before yesterday, while we were traveling, for about two hours. Not adequate, but fear not, I will go to sleep later this day after the funeral. I am aware of the fact that I can not allow my flesh to degrade so far as to impede my capability to lead and I have taxed that limit highly now. However, my purpose demanded that I stay awake, both to stand guard as well as provide a service for the fallen. A Totenwache, as it is called where I was born."<br/><br/>Belatia stared at her superior who was certainly suffering several sleep deprivation-induced insufficiencies by now "Sir, by all respect, it's highly disadvantageous that you push yourself so far, as it is without any true need right now. If you keep doing this, I will have to assume command for the duration of the mission."<br/><br/>"I understand and I would have it no other way. But, as I said, my purpose demanded and I had to accept, know that from now on I will force myself to sleep more often, but enough of this for the moment. Weibel Belatia, I counted fourty-eight of our fallen, more than half the outpost's standing garrison, one of the soldiers granted by Wolfram is under them, soldat Kestix. I have taken my time to watch over each of the fallen, but I understand if you wish for some time alone with one who was under your direct command."<br/><br/>Belatia declined the offer "I already made my goodbyes yesterday, the rest will be done as soon as brother Zato and... brother Valetni are ready. Those who are capable and without other duties at the moment will arrive here soon to prepare everything for the procession, I would suggest we have the burial-ceremony take place after the breakfast, to get everyone ready."<br/><br/>Sir Morr merely nodded, as he did often "A fine suggestion, so it shall be. After breakfast." Standing up, with a barely noticeable waver, Morr already set himself to work, carrying out the bodies of the Hellguards one by one, lining them up outside shoulder on shoulder. He was soon joined by Belatia and after that the rest of the Hellguards currently not busy, carrying the corpses and stripping them of their arms and armor.