Belatia, fuming now, quickly began to close the distance between herself and the older monk, when<br/><br/>"That is enough, weibel Belatia." the grating voice of Morr reached her ears, making her stop mid-movement "I am certain that brother Valetni's inherent goodness will- will-" Morr's words were interrupted by a slight coughing fit, some slight trickles of blood running down between the small opening between helmet and neck "- Brother- brother Valetni's goodness as a monk of Buzziah will certainly sway him."<br/><br/>For a moment, Belatia looked at Morr as if he had finally gone insane, but Morr continued "After all, Valetni, look there." Morr pointed at the battlefield, in particular at the scene of a Hellguard having nested a wounded's head in his lap as he quietly spoke to her, her arm almost torn off while her chest cavity had been ripped open "The wounded is that man's wife, he is saying his goodbyes to her. I am quite certain the sight warms your heart enough to realize that the man would be very upset to know that you decided not to help where you might have been able to.<br/><br/>Know, brother Valetni, that it is not I that would tell him, but merely those Hellguards from the Temple that are here will know of your capabilites and they will know that they could not find you here anywhere when your surgical abilities were needed most."