While the man's angle at which he used his strength was very unfavorable, his headbutt still hit Belatia hard enough to force her back a step, shaking her head once, before ramming her mailed fist into the man's quite resilient face, slamming him back into the bed.<br/><br/>"But obviousely not for much, idiot." gritting her teeth in anger Belatia drew a small dagger "I've had enough, you WILL-"<br/><br/>"I suppose that this is enough, weibel Belatia." behind her an emotionless, gravelly voice intoned "Wilfully causing pain can only ever be an act of evil and villainy through and through." turning to the voice's source, Belatia beheld the massive form of sir Morr as he approached the bed.<br/><br/>"Now, this is certainly the man who you would call a prisoner." he commented, causing her to nod. Turning to the prisoner, sir Morr spoke "I am certain that no one has truly welcomed you here yet, and perhaps it would rather sound like a villainous taunt, but I welcome you to the grand Temple of the Great Goddess Beesiah. I am Morr, a questing knight in the service of goodness. May I ask, what is your name?"