As always, Morr ate rather mechanically behind his helmet, only lifting it up sufficiently to allow the remnants of his lips access to the nourishment provided, eating only to keep his flesh from degradation, as, due to having command now, he had a duty to live till the purpose was fulfilled, he was not used up yet in that regard, thus he had to accept.<br/>Behind his helmet, his cold gaze swept over the dining hall's occupants, noting the Hellguards under his command, the cook, Sister Vanessa, in battle attire, though also the notable absence of sir Swiftbeak and, even after checking the relatively dark corners of the hall, that of brother Valetni.<br/><br/>Opposite to him, weibel Baletia had taken off her helmet, revealing short cropped brown hair crowning a sharp-featured face, the faint traces of scars at the edge of her right cheek, running over to her ear, as she ate her share of the sustenance, though her watchful gaze ever coming to a stop on the, easily to be called 'savage', broad frame of Urist, eyes narrowed in tense expectation of betrayal.<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"So, why don't you take your helmet off, sir?" sergeant Belatia asked the eating sir Morr. Rumor had it that barely anyone in the Temple had ever laid eyes onto his face unconcealed, or without his entire armor for that matter. Even during her guarding of Urist, even with Morr's supposed age, he had not taken one plate of the suit off.<br/><br/>It took a few moments before sir Morr's, as usual, emotionless, gravelly voice intoned, volume dimmed by the helmet's confines "I am well aware of the fact that my facial appearance is unnerving for most, I have suffered quite the disfiguring scars in my years of service. I do not wish to unsettle nor rob any those present here of their appetite."<br/><br/>"I'm a Hellguard-sergeant, you know. I've quite seen the worst that can happen to one." she commented, though left the matter.<br/><br/>Soon, the morning meal was finished, prompting the occupants to leave for their individual duties, serfs gathering the empty plates, preparing to wash them, as guards went for their patrols, monks for their bee-and-artifact-related studies.<br/>The Hellguards, Belatia, Urist, after some demands, as well as Morr moved through the entrance-hall, the main lobby, outside, the ways lined by well-kept flowers for the bees to feast upon, where the wagon, laden with supplies, and the horses, one for each of the travelers, though Zato was rather expected to occupy the wagon.<br/><br/>Almost all preperations had been met, all that remained to do was wait for the others to arrive.