Korsarro simply sighs, it would appear his workload would be increasing, the monks would need whatever armour they could wear without restricting their mobility too much, that would mean light leathers. He pondered what kind of animal would be best, then realised that it didn't really matter, he was good enough at his job to make the leather suitable for the needs regardless of the carcass supplied. He nodded, sipping his drink "Dark times are upon us it seems." He looks to Blake "Perhaps I assumed correctly at the wrong time?" he laughed heartily and swayed, taking another swig.