Of course - this had been for the bag of supplies. Gannicus picked up his own from where it lay in the grass, abandoned for rolling around in the damp with Nasir, and slung it over his back with a mirthless rumble of laughter. The needling pinpricks where the nails had sunk in to his flesh still flared with pain but Gannicus has had a thousand times worse - they were annoyance to be ignored and forgotten.

"You throw order as boldly as your spear," Gannicus remarked in a low, dry tone, stepping up as he did so through the wet grass to stand at Nasir's side and squint out in to the thick fog. He didn't sound particularly bothered to be at the receiving end of Nasir's directions - he agreed for the main part, and didn't want to leave the Cornucopia until he found something to use as a weapon of his own - regardless of Nasir's personal opinion.

"But I would stay awhile before search commences --" He added, voice dropping to barely a whisper as he listened hard at the noises beyond the fog. "-- And see hand properly furnished with weapon fit to purpose."