Arngeirr is touched by the short man's courage.  Truly one should not just a book by its cover, for Korsarro is indeed a huge gentleman.  Arngeirr puffs out his chest, a display of hugeness to honor his huge friend, and moves to the hornet-styles container.<br/><br/>"Thank you, dear friend," Arngeirr says, "To do this for me is a huge deed indeed.  I fear I can never repay you for this."<br/><br/>As his hands hover over the gold and black sashes, he pauses for a moment, wondering if he should take one or both of them.  As he does, a memory returns to him; an old tail of humblebees his father told him when he was a child:  A man is neither wholly good nor wholly bad.  He carries both things inside of him in different amounts.  As such, the humbebee wears both gold and black; it displays the warm color of sweet honey that it makes in its hives, and the black color of pain and death that can come form its stings.  An odd time to remember a children's tale, Arngeirr thinks, but he feels its words resonate with him now.  He is drawn to take the golden sash from the box and lowers it reverently to Korsarro.  It is a large item, apparently meant for a hugeman, but at that very moment Korsarro is that tallest being in the room to Arngeirr.<br/><br/>"Take it, friend," he says, "And if something awful is to befall you, I shall surely tear it free before any of us - including you - come to harm."