Forcing his tired legs to move, Morr sought his way to where he assumed the alarm had originated from, always a hand on the heft of his sword, he made his way through the temple, armor clinking loudly all the while.<br/>After a while, he finally had to admit to himself, however: he was lost.<br/><br/>Walking down another corridor, however, he found himself face to face, or rather, breastplate to face, with the blind brewer from earlier and, even smaller than that, the girl leading him.<br/>It was obvious both were afraid, though the girl moreso. And again, even in a stressful situation like this, looking at her, defeating her own fear to lead this blind man to safety when discarding him as a burden would save her time-<br/><br/>He felt nothing but self-loathing. His hands involuntarily balled into fists.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, his voice impassive, he asked "Do you need help?"