At first he thought of it as nothing, perhaps just the shred of an insistent memory that would soon again fade. Then, in its slight insistence, he thought it to be a temporary result of his inflicted healing, the years of hearing thousands of voices shout battlecries, weapons crashing on armor and shield, often his own, had taken their toll on him, but even for that it seemed...<br/><br/>It was... a buzzing. That was the only way he could describe it. Buzzing. Insistent, growing louder and louder it seemed. Not noticing that neither the older Zato nor the younger Vernasus and not even the youngest Mary seemed to hear the sound, Morr slowly seperated himself from the others and began to follow the sound, cautiousely, through the corridors of the temple.