Korsarro nods, once again saluting with Zatos arm "Sure thing Boss." Korsarro darts out of the room, the mud of his previous running around clearly evident as he searches for a nearby guard. Finding a buff man wearing what passed for a maids uniform in stranger parts of the world. he kicks the guards shin from the side, darting around to the front of him and looking up as the guard bends slightly. "Wolfram has an artifact that needs collecting, send some guards to that empty room Brother Johnson has been using for his research... also make sure they're capable of heavy lifting. And dont mind blood. Or raw meat." Korsarro grins and runs off again before the guard can reply, dashing from one long hallway to the next as he comes to the Banquet Hall and takes a seat at the usual table, enjoying the fact he was still as dirty and blade covered as ever he places Zatos arm on the table. Giggling quietly to himself as he gulped down some of the honey-mead that the Temple was famous for.