Throwing another glance at the wounded, soldat Aron helping her with stopping the bleeding via means of pressure bandage, Morr dismounted, hand on his sword's hilt, walked towards the corpse of the 'man'.<br/>Kneeling, inspecting the thing closer, he soon began to tear away what remained of the cloth from the man's head, revealing skinless, bloody flesh, the eyeballs, seemingly consisting of gold, sunk deep into their pits. Hesitating for a second, he started to pry off the man's rusted and broken chainmail, the metal apparently having almost fused with the flesh underneath. Again, no skin, sinews and muscle bare, though random plates of gold seemed to have been molten into the naked flesh at random.<br/><br/>His view was soon caught by the sword laying just outside the man's reach, the struggle with the gryphon apparently having made him lose it before his end. Picking it up, it seemed just like a normal blade, mediocre, low-quality iron. Thinking for a moment, he asked the gryphon "This weapon managed to tear through a Hellguard's armor?"<br/><br/>Behind him, the rest of the expedition soon arrived, sister Elia rushing to the wounded Hellguard and began to clean and disinfect her wound, preparing to put on a proper bandage. Without lifting his gaze from the corpse, Morr's gravelly voice intoned "Sister Elia, as soon as you have taken care of her wounds, I must ask you to also provide aid to sir Swiftbeak."<br/><br/>Weibel Belatia soon approached him, inspecting the scene, awaiting orders, prompting him to finally look up from the thing to turn to her, speaking "It appears one of your battle-sisters was attacked by a possessed man, though sir Swiftbeak managed to end the thing, I must nonetheless ask that we burn the corpse to ashes. I will not have it that it returns to life through some foul magical trickery and begins attacking travelers."<br/><br/>Staring at the corpse, the weibel commented "We need wood to get a proper fire going, this will take some time." nodding to herself, she went back to her subordinates and set them to work.<br/><br/>Throwing another glance at the madman's remains, Morr called out to the rest of the group "I suggest you all stretch your legs, after we are finished here, we will hurry at the fastest pace the wagon can suffer to the outpost without pause. If goodness allows, we will arrive by late afternoon."