"...I know just where to get some weapons from. Hold that thought." He's about to go sprinting back up for more hallway weaponry, but pauses, then slips the hilt of his purloined sword through the bars to the scout. "And that sword."

Sure, time is of the essence, and when he's through he'll likely scout ahead until everyone's out of their cells, but this is going to take a little bit of time. Malcolm bolts off back up through the passageway, through the study, out to the halls and he doesn't consider who would be good with which weapon, he just grabs several off the walls. A few daggers in his belt, there's a spear, and--

He strips off his shirt and lays it on the floor, since he really doesn't need that anymore anyway, and stacks a couple of swords on it, bundling them up nicely and, so long as he's careful, slightly less chance of cutting himself on them. Should be enough for one for everyone.

He's slower to come back, trying not to clatter the metal so much, but when he's back, he'll pass a weapon off through the bars of each cell. Even if they're in no shape to come with, they will still be armed no matter what happens.