Korsarro nodded, eyeing the butler with suspicion he spoke, pointing the cleaver at him "I have my eye on you. I know where you sleep. Do not forget this." Korsarro walked over to Zato, sheathing the cleaver again and asking a guard at a table to take the arm to his Tannery when he had finished his meal, the guard, having quickly lost his appetite, leaving without and within seconds. He followed Zato, still unsure of when the hangover would hit him again. He felt slightly offended at Zatos words "I'll have you know I won't touch anything without permission. I remember last time." He sighs as they walk the halls, he views each artifact with a longing, what he would give to merely examine them. For a monk, he did very little artifact studying. His methods deemed too rash. He shook his head and looked to Zato, his voice betraying his longing "Is there anything in particular we're looking for? Aside from the giants antique that is." He looks to the giant in question "Your people live harsh lives. You will always be welcome here. We have need of capable guards and your protection of these artifacts would be considered most gentlemanly." Korsarro grins to the giant