While several crossbows were still aimed at the newcomer, the sounds outside intensified, the screams and laughter growing louder yet, the noises of gold-plated fists, crudely cobbled-together weaponry and even mere massive frames throwing themselves against the building growing in volume and number as the attackers attempted to carve their way into the building. Though the wood was sturdy, even it would have to fall under the inhuman strength amplified by utter madness eventually.<br/><br/>With the situation growing more intense, Morr approached the ongoing 'exchange' between the two older monks and the newcomer, retrieved the parchment, read it, before handing it back "While questions remain as for your origins, " the knight adressed the dark-skinned man "We have no time for this, currently. If it is your wish to help, as I understand from what I read, then I implore you to do so."