Korsarro grunts in frustration with the silence, finding nothing but the sound of his muddy footprints answering his calls, he begins to check each room he comes across until at long last he hears voices coming from a room he had never entered before, he slides to a halt, leaving a nice long trail upon the carpet. Korsarro peeks his head inside, ducking slightly so that the door handle would not obscure his vision, seeing Zato, a monk he did not recognise and what appeared to be a wounded knight he rushed inside, glancing to the mirror in the corner, he stomped himself in place behind them, held up his blade and chunk of meat and yelled "I AM HERE TO HELP!"