Moonspear Every time we have no control

In truth, Derg was worried about Nyra being completely in charge. She'd acted recklessly before... But perhaps the murder had soothed her. 

They'd trundled along, sometimes in silence, sometimes in discussion. Sometimes their moods perked and they romped around for a bit. Bur before long, Moonspear loomed. 
"Be nice," he murmured to the Grandmaster. Any sign of trouble and Derg would have to haul the kicking, screaming behemoth home. 

Better home than to a shallow grave.