Korsarro nodded, smiling up at the Giant "Take yer time Arn, I've gotta get somebody to bring some paper and stuff so we can get some of this stuff written down just in case." he totters past Aly, trying not to stare at the axe she still had ready, he props his head out of the door, waving over a passing monk "You don't look busy. Do me a favour, get me... a lot of paper. And a lot of ink. And quill. One of your number was supposed to but hasn't, quick as you can if you're not too busy." he sends the guard off with a wave and turns back, picking up the pilfered cleaver and tucking it back into his sash. Being his size it helped to have a blade, even if cleavers were too unbalanced for combat with somebody who knew what they were doing.<br/><br/>He walked over to the chairs at one end of the room and dragged two of them over, placing them next to each other next to Arn "Here ya go big guy, since I doubt one chair'll be enough." He nodded to himself and dragged another over next to the door for himself. Sitting down contently he focused his mind on the experiments, cautiously remembering as much as he could. The memories were somewhat shameful, he had thought himself of stronger will than to be influenced by an artifact so easily. He bit his thumb as he often did when deep in thought, his brow furrowing slightly.<br/><br/>He jumps slightly as a knock comes against the door, far more lost in thought than he first realised. He turns to the open door and sees the red-headed apprentice of Valetni, the resident alchemist turned bio-terrorist. He groans quietly and studies the boys shaking form, his eyes fixed on the Giant. Korsarro frowns "Well boy? What is it."<br/><br/>"Uuhh, umm, Master Valetni... wants to see you T-tanner" the apprentice replies. Korsarro groans louder this time "It's Monk to you boy. Riley was it? Girls name anyway. I can't come. I'm busy. Go back to your master and tell him that." The apprentice looks as if he's about to say something but eyeing the huge man and the guard ready to lash out with an axe, thinks better of it, quietly slinking away.