Seeing the brother librarian walk through the protective lines of guards, speaking with the beast, Morr hastily followed to stop the foolhardy man, grabbing the man by the shoulder "Brother Wolfram, you may deem yourself and this... cursed being secure enough, but I can only urge you to leave the task of retrieving the item to me, you are not yet used up as much as I before the purpose!" he pleaded to the man, aware that the feathered creature could tear a man near its claws faster than the archers could fire their projectiles.