"Grand, then, follow me. Weibel Belatia, take the rear-guard if you so please." Morr answered.<br/><br/>Together, the three moved through the temple, passing by the gardens with its beehives, though some of Morr's Hellguards were also visible, carrying the last barrels to be filled with food after the breakfast. Sergeant Belatia's eyes never wavered from Urist's broad frame during their march.<br/>After several minutes, they reached the hall, in the farther rooms with the kitchen's cooks visibly hard at work, serfs busy bringing what was ready to the tables, brother monks and guards starting to file in and gathering at the tables.<br/><br/>Gesturing to one of the still empty seats, Morr spoke "Now is the hour of sustenance, eat, the journey shall soon begin. Weibel Belatia, I would be honored if you joined us, though I understand if you rather partake in the nourishment with your subordinates."<br/><br/>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/>Throwing another glance at the man calling himself Urist, Belatia answered sir Morr's offer "I will join you, sir Morr, I trust that my soldiers can take care of themselves during the breakfast. I also want to keep my guard up with him-" she gestured to Urist "- here, might as well keep guarding him. With all due respect, sir, I'm not as trustful nor forgiving as you are."<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"As is your decision, weibel Belatia." Morr courtly bowed his head, making his way to the table, while Belatia dragged Urist with her after him.