Korsarro came upon the kitchen, almost literally when his eyes fell upon the rack of knives neatly arranged upon the wall "My god... it's full of cutting." Korsarro resisted his urge to weep and grabbed as many blades as he could sheathe upon the dirty leather of his outfit, pausing only to grab a large leg of whatever local animal was on the menu this week, finding it suffecient for his needs he brought a cleaver down upon it, releasing a large chunk from its muscled prison and spraying himself with blood in the process. Oh my. This may be messy. Korsarro hefts the chunk of meat and runs through the halls desperately searching for anybody in need of aid, shouting all the while griping the cleaver tight "BROTHERS! I HAVE BOTH MATERIAL AND BLADES, POINT ME TO THE INJURED!"