Morr watched from the front-most line as brother Wolfram carefully unclasped the satchel from the... transformed man. The matter seemed resolved for now.<br/><br/>He was exhausted, physically merely hungry, but mentally he was surprised how such a far-off monastery had managed to bring no less than five people to such a condition that a bringing to the hospice was rendered necessary. He was also no longer willing to bear the burden of leading the guard.<br/><br/>Looking at the armored monk, brother Al, Morr spoke "This man, even though it may be hard for me to use this term, is now your responsibility, brother Al, but I must ask you to remember that it is like brother Wolfram said; this person is not to be treated as a prisoner and harm should only be inflicted in the most needed of cases. Remember, it is not just some mindless creature you are guarding, but a human being in need." The purpose demanded.<br/><br/>And he would accept. He made his way to the hospital, on the way asking one of the serfs to send a portion of provision to the hospice for him.