"Why yes brother Vernasus, I slept well enough, your monks are quite accommodating considering my<i>huge needs</i>.  And I do hope whatever was ailing you this morning has passed or soon shall."  Arngeirr stands patiently behind Alyssa, waiting for the monks to properly greet what appears to be an old friend.  He smiles pleasantly, always putting on a gentlemanly face.<br/><br/>Then he noticed the severed limb Korsarro was holding.<br/><br/>"I say old bean, how long have you had that?" he asks, unsure if he should reprimand the monk or simply be curious.  Caution was best, he assumed, as there were many things about this place he did not understand.  "And where did you-"<br/><br/>He remembered Zato's injury and a sickening realization came over him.  "Is that Zato's?" he asked, fearing he already knew the answer.