While those suffering extreme exhaustion went to sleep, those mostly intact and standing kept on working, Morr under them, dragging out the massive corpses of the attackers, for now striking a wide berth around the defeated demon, to the yard, where the well still stood, almost challenging them with its immaculate state.<br/>Piling the corpses to a mound, they did their best to set them on fire, though the flames hesitated before the gold, thus making this process of cremation slow-going. They helped themselves via usage of vast amounts of oil in one of the storage buildings, soon filling the courtyard with the disgusting stench of scarred flesh.<br/><br/>Under this procession, the night soon lightened to the red of dawn, though the onset of the morning seemed rather ominous, considering yesterday's occurrences, the burning pile of corpses and the long line of their own dead and wounded back in the hall, the former arrayed, ready for a monk to speak their last rites, the latter carried to the hospice, much to private Selene's chagrin, who had been unconscious through the night.<br/><br/>Finally, the work done, Belatia and Elia went to sleep on the second floor in the barracks, too tired to notice Morr remaining in the hall of the first floor, leaning against a wall, keeping himself awake despite the utter exhaustion and the constant pressure in his chest, probably due to one or two at least slightly cracked ribs. He was on guard, ready to alert the others, just in case.