Staring at the fantastical creature, suspicion glinting in her eyes behind the helmet while she kept her crossbow trained on the talking - apparently sane - beast, she spoke, her voice betraying labored breathing "Sir... Morr?" pausing, to think, she resumed after a moment "The... the one from the Second Crusade? I had heard he was visitor to the Temple... but why would he suddenly be here? And what about... you? What- what are you? You're not like this..." she nodded to the broken carcass that was once the madman "... thing, but you're not human, why would you help me?"<br/><br/>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Riding as fast as his burdened horse, a strong-legged beast that had been specifically chosen to hold his massive frame even while armored, would allow, the two Hellguards behind him, Morr soon arrived at the place where the battle had occurred, to the sight of a Hellguard, left arm cut away just below the shoulder, fresh blood still dripping from the stump, while her other held one of the iconic Hellguard crossbows, a Hell's Fang as they were called, though rather the lighter variant in this case, comparatively easy to handle, grab from the back and reload, to bring it to the fight quickly when needed, though this one was without the bayonett attached, it seemed, trained upon sir Swiftbeak's head.<br/><br/>Quickly assessing the situation, noticing the apparently human yet highly peculiar carcass, as well as that of a horse further up the path, Morr forced his mount to a stand, his horse straining with the weight upon its back, Morr called out to the Hellguard "Soldat! Stop this now! Sir Swiftbeak stands under my command, if you have a quarrel with him, bring such to me!"<br/><br/>Turning her gaze from the gryphon to look at him, the Hellguard, a woman judging from her voice, spoke "You... are you sir Morr? How- why..." confused, she lowered her crossbow.<br/><br/>Looking at the barely standing Hellguard for a second, Morr turned to the Hellguard on his side "Soldat Truckwell, ride back to the others, have them come here at the fastest pace possible, sister Elia must prepare to administer aid!"<br/><br/>Truckwell nodded, riding off again, Morr turned his cold gaze to the Hellguard Aron "I am only a man of the sword, I fear. Soldat Aron, all Hellguards are trained with the most basic of medical aid, grant whatever help you can."<br/>Nodding she dismounted and approached the other Hellguard to help.<br/><br/>Setting his helmeted view on sir Swiftbeak, Morr finally asked "I fear she is currently much too weakened to properly respond, tell me, what happened here exactly?" inspecting him, he added "I can see that you are injured, I will have sister Elia take care of it, but I must ask, what villainy occurred here?" throwing a glance at the humanoid carcass, he resumed "A demon attacking, in the land controlled by the Hellguard?"