Korsarro curses under his breathe, his search for Mary was taking far too long already, he looked down at the garment he had created. A sweater of bright orange leather, to match the habits of the monks in the Temple and the sacred honey. He nodded in approval at it's bright white fur stripes, the small cat face on the chest also made of fur andthe small patches he stuck inside the ears on the hood. He had done a splendid job, even if it was his own mind telling him this.<br/><br/>After much running around back and forth attempting to find the small girl he decided that since he could find neither the giant nor Mary, it was possible that the gentle giant had been convinced to read her a story or two. He nodded to himself and navigated the twisting corridors of the Temple until he reaches the library, opening it with one hand and taking in what he could see... this... this would not go well. Vernasus and Valetni in a very one-sided and very heated debate of some kind. Not to mention the giants huge voice echoing throughout the many aisles.<br/><br/>Korsarro rubbed his temples with his free hand. This was not where he wanted to be right now but until he knew Mary was not here it was where he needed to be. He decided to wait patiently at the doors, if the giant wasn't with Mary then at the very least he would probably know where she was.