"Splendid," Arngierr says, "I'm sure you know your way around here better than I, brother Korsarro.  If you would, please lead the way."<br/><br/>Arngeirr was certainly feeling better.  The huge man would at least have time to think about what this relic could actually<i>be</i>, perhaps ponder the inner workings of his father's mind.  And at the very least, he would have one person who seemed intelligent and level-headed enough to bounce ideas off of.  Certainly lady Alyssa would be more cognitively capable than the diminutive monk.  Not that Korsarro's presence was not unwelcome, certainly; it was just unlikely that... that his though processes would align with those of Anvindr.<br/><br/>Not that this temple wasn't full of surprises.  Perhaps Korsarro would aid Arngeirr in unraveling these mysteries with some epiphany brought on by his strange little mind.  Every gentleman had a huge place in the huge world, and Arneirr certainly would not discredit the man simply for being odd.  For he was certainly odd.<br/><br/>If not friendly.