As the barracks was filling, the dinner was commencing quite normally, Morr's Hellguards mingling with the residents, exchanging stories and news, some together braving what appeared to be a ten year old barrel of Zato's strongest brew, though the sergeants watched out that not too much was consumed to hamper fighting capability too much.<br/><br/>One of the last to enter was sister Elia who, after throwing a glance at sister Vanessa who again had decided to slightly distance herself from the others, made her way over to where Morr, weibel Belatia and soldat Surnem sat, casting a short inquiring glance at the apparently unconscious gryphon.<br/><br/>Sitting down, her silent question was answered by weibel Belatia "He drank too much, Zato's mead seems to have had more of an effect than thought on him."<br/><br/>Staring at the down gryphon for another moment, sister Elia, while waiting for someone to bring her her food, turned her gaze to Morr who, as always when he ate in the presence of others, had merely lifted his helmet a little to allow for consumption "I must ask you, Morr, how much do you sleep? And eat?"<br/><br/>Pausing for a moment, Morr answered "Enough."<br/><br/>"Enough? Enough for what?" sister Elia continued, stubborn.<br/><br/>"Enough to serve adequately." he answered, as always with that slightly unsettling voice and tone.<br/><br/>"Serve what? Us?"<br/><br/>"The purpose." he merely summarized.<br/><br/>"The purpose of what?"<br/><br/>"Goodness."<br/><br/>She stared at him for a moment, when her plate with food was finally brought, her eagerly digging in, having not eaten much today due to being occupied with taking care of the wounded, though she resolved to commence this conversation, somehow, soon.