"Hmm?" He said listening to him speak, taking in everything the human had to say. "I'd say that a centuries worth of weathering this particular storm is more than enough to show you that i'm not a weak one, and that the evil ones won't have any more power over me than they already have. I can promise you that, in the very least. I will follow you though, for this help that you speak of. If you can free the binds on my mind and heart, and get my soul back, I will be forever in your debt." Morgan explained looking down as the Guardian released his binds enough for him to move. "Oh, and please, call me Morgan. I'm nothing more than a simple elf." He was prepared to heal the horses leg, but he was still confused about why he wouldn't let him mend his broken bone. 

His wand was not to be seen, so he would have to use his hands and his inner magic to heal the wounded animal. He stood, and walked over to the injured equine and kneeled, pressing the tip of the wooden length against it's broken leg. Morgan began to mumble something in ancient elvish as the tip of his wand began to glow a bright, luminescent white light. The horse began to scream out in pain, but quickly there was a sharp pop or two, and the horses leg was healed. He moved back to the tree and sat down. "Your steed should be healed well enough to keep walking. I won't be riding either of them, seeing as they know that I am possessed." Morgan said, burying his head back in his lap.

"Others of your order have tried to kill me before."