Feeling the vibrations resulting from the small fists impacting on the plate on his back, Morr slowly turned around, seeing brother Zato behind him, though the angle from which the old monk would have had to beat him was too awkward. Lowering his gaze, the one being whose mere existence continually kept reminding him of his own pathetic state came into his view.<br/><br/>Immediately, his eyes swept back up to stare at the figure of brother Zato. Further, he inspected who was behind the elderly monk. None. "Brother Zato, I must ask, were you and milady Mary wandering the town without escort?"