"We are going to move at the fastest pace the wagon can hold, if you can not suffer this, I will reduce our speed." Morr told the gryphon, before a Hellguard, soldat Truckwell, the sister of the other soldat Truckwell, handed him the dagger the madman had wielded before being 'hit' by Swiftbeak.<br/>Again, the weapon was mediocre at best, though now as he beheld it a little closer at the handle, there seemed to have been something smaal carved in. Barely identifiable, it could have been a simple, albeit badly drawn, circle, or... a fanged maw.<br/><br/>Giving the weapon back to soldat Truckwell while ordering her to also get the sword and lock both up tight, to be brought to the outpost to send them back to the Temple later just in case they had been responsible for the man's madness.<br/><br/>Looking back at the wagon, he had to make sure everyone was accounted for "Is anyone missing? We will make haste without pause, we have wasted enough time." he called out to them, while mounting his own horse.