With a bit of a chuckle, Wolfram goes back to a shy smile. "I can do what any man can. I can try. Oh, but I shouldn't laugh. It is just... let us say memories of days long past, and leave it at that. Though I was in that bed over there, if I recall." Wolfram points across the room to an empty bed with his wrapped arm, his smile fading as he realizes it and pulls it back to his side.<br/><br/>His face now absent of mirth, though by no means anything but neutral, he turns back to Morr. "Now then. I said at the start that I had my own reason to come talk to you, and I see now that our purposes coincide. You were present throughout the events of yesterday, among others. That incident has been invesigated and on the surface the explanation is simply that a Brother was studying an artifact when things got out of hand. It is not an impossibility, and is in the end entirely true. What has not been told to those not directly involved in those events however, is that upon further questioning the monk who had the artifact brought up for investgation does not clearly remember the Whys of his inquiry, or how he even came to such a trail of thought.<br/><br/>What this means is that there is very likely something<i>within</i>the Temple's walls exerting some influence on events, if you understand my meaning. Such a presence is not to be tolerated. Not here. Not in this sacred place. But likewise if it has managed to hide here for at the very least a full day, likely longer, than an open search would merely drive it to ground or give it suspicions to twist to its own ends. You yourself likely have experience with situations such as these, and I would informally like to recruit you to this cause."<br/><br/>Taking a breath after his longwindedness got the better of him once again, Wolfram's smile returns. "Come now, I was never much of a gambler, but perhaps providence does provide what is needed when it is needed, hmm? And I would have to be a fool to pass up the dice rolling my way."