As the knife-set boot rammed against her armored chest ineffectually, Belatia decided it was enough. Balling her mailed hand into a fist, she punched the man straight into his face, before grabbing him by the neck, bringing their faces, or rather helmeted face to unhelmeted one, close, her voice keen like a blade as she said "Don't you even remotely DARE calling any of us demon while you run around with a cursed artifact-"slamming her helmeted head against his, she continued "- and don't you FUCKING DARE insulting our great Goddess Buzziah!" she said, before again ramming her head into his face.<br/><br/>She utterly ignored the words of the apothecary to her side who called onto her not to disturb the man with his high amount of bloodloss.<br/><br/>"Now, try using your brain for once you idiot, where did you get that artifact from and why did you come here with it?"<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>While Morr again tried his best to clear his mind, like Wolfram suggested it, using Vernasus's grave and the bee-hives as focus, he simply could not stop remembering, the memories of his past refusing to stop besieging him, not even in his sleep.<br/><br/>This particular attempt was finally utterly brought to an end when a fully armored member of the Hellguard approached him, asking "Sir Morr? We have received a... prisoner, of sorts, currently in the hospice. Sergeant Belatia thought you'd be interested in interrogating him, so she sent me to get you..." looking around, the bees buzzing, the soldier added "Err, I didn't come at a bad time, now did I?"<br/><br/>Sighing, Morr rose to his feet from his sitting position, speaking "A prisoner? Lead the way, you can tell me the details while we walk."