This was not right. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, even having shed his armor along with the cloth, Morr could simply not sink into a merciful slumber. It was not right. That feeling of doubt kept nagging on him.<br/><br/>Until he could take it no longer. He rose. He would not find sleep this night.<br/><br/>It took him almost half an hour till he successfully put the last piece of his armor on, the screeching of some of the plates telling him he would have to undertake the acts of maintenance soon enough.<br/>But not now.<br/><br/>Being in his armor made him feel somewhat assured again, at least. Probably came from the fact that it was quite the possibility he would die in it. At least, that would be the only way for him to die.<br/>He understood, he was delaying. Idle thoughts to delay the question.<br/><br/>Was this right? Was this good? Helping the lower class citizens sounded like a noble goal on... paper, but what he had seen so far...<br/>It should not surprise him, he supposed, following the path of goodness, the purpose, was not supposed to be easy, nor had it ever been said that both sides were not supposed to have reasons, good reasons.<br/><br/>But, somehow it occurred to him that, in this case, both sides had more evil reasons, the citizens wanting to slaughter the nobles to make an example and fortify their rule, or the nobles wanting to forever oppress the citizens. Or was he overlooking something? Something that would doubtlessly shed light on...<br/>No, it was not supposed to be easy.<br/><br/>As he beheld the decorated walls, he understood he would not be able to think the matter through properly here. He needed to see...<br/>He grasped that resolve, making his way for the door-<br/><br/>Only for it to open on its own, making him stop.<br/><br/>"Sir Morr, I had hoped you-" he recognized the voice of the merchant's daughter, Angelika "- were up and about." she was holding a candle to grant herself sight, the light casually illuminating a horrendousely inefficient article of clothing hugging her figure tightly, how was this thing supposed to grant her warmth in a night like this?<br/><br/>It did not matter "I must excuse myself, milady, but there are... pressing matters that I need to resolve." He said, walking straightforward out of the opened door, leaving her, stupefied about something, behind.