Hallucinations, wounds; was there no end to the trouble that plagued this knight? Swiftbeak found himself questioning Morr's ability to defend the temple, but crushed the thought with the realization that many he'd seen so far had been flawed in some way; Wolfram's arm, Mary's age and inexperience. Only Al had seemed so far to have the physical prowess and zealous suspicion he'd anticipated from the Temple's defenders.<br/><br/>He let Sir Morr depart, not moving to disturb him with a goodbye. He did, however, twist his head to look down upon Al.<br/><br/>"Brother Al... Your caution so far has been admirable, but there is much in this temple to see. I humbly ask that we roam from these gardens, that I might meet the others that dwell here now, in relative peace, so they do not mistake me for an enemy. Is it so likely that I might slip my bonds that I cannot wander, even within these walls? However simple these straps are to cut, for me to leap from stillness into flight is an endeavour of exertion and time, and would not go unnoticed by the archers."