Morgan nods his assent to Dorgan's order and turns to the pilgrims as the dwarf departs. Do any among you see familiar faces here? Let us see if perhaps you have some friends here who can share some of their supplies with us. I will take a few with me, and the rest of you remain here while we look ...
Morgan feels his ire perk up at the rider's words but remembers how his earlier outburst was received and keeps his mouth shut. Instead he turns to he pilgrims with him and offers reassurances that their ordeal will soon be ending.
If Dorgan thinks it's a good idea, Morgan can move off down the column and look for healers or any other aid. And he will promise to keep his big mouth shut.
Morgan bristles at the insult offered by the rider, and mutters an unpleasant (and most likely painful) suggestion for the rider to follow in the near future.
Probably not the wisest thing to do, but exhaustion and a low WIS score don't make a good combination...