Thanks to proper directions this time, Morr found his way with relative ease, entering the hall. It was as he had imagined, an array of tables with banks and chairs, of course practical in its nature. Along with some servants, he also spotted the man who had tried to give him some of his brew, the blind one, he remembered.<br/>Also a female in armor, which he could only find irritating but supposed she had to hail from another country with... different traditions.<br/>He also heard the old man's alarming speech.<br/><br/>Asking for one of the guards to alert brother Blake just in case, Morr made his way over to the old monk "Hail, brother monk, I have recovered, I hear there are problems, is it in the range of my capabilities to help?"<br/><br/>He supposed that provision would have to wait for now.