"Yeah, right, you're on!" Benjamin Truckwell challenged Urist, raising his own mug, preparing to down the beverage.<br/><br/>Had it not been for the armored hand landing on his shoulder, making him stop, look behind himself to see the figure of his sergeant Belatia looming over him "That's enough, you idiots, I won't have you attempt to drink anyone under the table, not with even the faintest possibility of a demonic insurrection." her gaze wandering from the surprised soldier to the still drinking Urist, she added "Private Truckwell, escort Urist upstairs, I'm going to round everyone else up, we will leave tomorrow morning at the fastest speed we can muster for Pikewall. To do this efficiently, we need rest. Get to sleep, all of you."<br/><br/>Shouting her orders, a few of the Hellguards carrying the unconscious Swiftbeak, the hall slowly began to empty as the occupants prepared for the night. Belatia meanwhile went on to search for sir Morr, Vanessa and Elia.<br/><br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>"Sister Vanessa, I need for nothing, for my purpose gives me all I can yet require. If you find fulfillment in being a cook, then you need for little else, I say. Besides that, I fear I need to remind you that tomorrow will be a long day, I will have to demand from all of us to keep going without pause. Take your time a little longer, after that, if you so wish it, I shall escort you to the sleeping area with the others." Morr stated.