As milady Mary greeted him, Morr again rather forcibly focused on the nourishment provided, saying "A grand morning to you, milady."<br/><br/>While the hall was soon filling with the temple's inhabitants, there were some voices that had risen to a higher volume, a group of guards and serfs surrounding a trader from the south-western regions, who was gesturing wildly with the demeanor of one who desperately wanted his audience to believe him.<br/><br/>If one had tried to listen in, one might have heard from him "I'm telling you, it's not just some stories or myths! That ship's real, and it's a real menace!"<br/><br/>To which one of the guards would reply "You are really trying to tell us that a ship made from flesh and gold hounding the seas, devouring anything that moves is real?"<br/><br/>Grimacing, the trader nodded "It is, it is!", only earning him stares of disbelief and quite whispers about rumors being blown out of proportion.<br/><br/>The conversation would go along these lines, with the trader not making any progress with the guards.<br/><br/>Besides all this, a man, seemingly intimidated by those surrounding him, approached Valetni quietly, holding a package, presenting it to him, saying "I've done it all as you instructed."