Morr supposed that he was acting irrationally, further resting now could only serve him in the long-term, but he simply had enough of those endless nightmares and recollection of memories now. They made him restless, always reminding him of the purpose, which demanded.<br/><br/>He had to answer, his memories demanded even more so now.<br/><br/>Carefully balancing his body while he stood up, he reached for his breastplate "If you would not mind, I would ask you for your help in reattaching this. I must also ask for some rags that I can attach prior to the plate. After that, please give me some directions, I wish to go to the dining hall."