"A good morning to you, sister Vanessa." Morr greeted the woman that took her seat on the other side of the table, acknowledging the oatmeal with a quick glance "My humble thanks for the nourishment."<br/><br/>Looking back at the mute's handsigns, Morr was reminded of when a piece of metal had deflected off his breastplate through the small space between helmet and throat, punctured his lower jaw before nailing his tongue to the bone, forcing him to communicate with unskilled handwavering for a while. Waving over one of the serfs for water to be granted to the dark-skinned mute, he read the tablet again.<br/><br/>"Very well, sir Kaleed Muinantit, it appears I must thank you twice, both for helping in the battle and now for delivering an artifact to the Hellguard in earlier times. However, you should know that I will not take you into service merely because you think the Hellguards are 'the strongest'. What other reason would you have to serve except for merely finding a master of superior strength?"