Korsarro watches Vernasus take his wine bottle, the daily occurrence no longer bothering him as it used to, having quickly discovered that he did not enjoy wine nearly as much as he did mead... or any other alcoholic beverage. He finished tankard and swayed slightly, finding that 3 gulps was certainly too little to drink so much when one was so small. He smiled and patted Blakes shoulder. "You know. I kinda thought you were dead. You know that? It was kinda funny, the doctor unable to fix himself" He burps loudly "No offence meant of course." Korsarro takes the giants tankard,  drinking this one far slower, still not even touching his meal. "You have my thanks huge Gentleman, it is good mead however, I am sorry your honour dictates you into this course of action. We will drink it together next time."