Korsarro roused himself from the trance-like state he had been in since Morr and Al had carried Vernasus away from him. Deepening the shame that had struck him from the second he heard little Marys raspy voice. He shook his head. From the rumbling in his stomach and the lack of hangover. He assumed it hadn't been long.<br/><br/>At last, he took in the sight before him, if he had been a betting man, he would assume he'd been keeping an eye on the "quacks" from the moment he had been deemed unfit for yet another task. He sighed. It made sense. A midget and a blind old monk carrying a man? They must have been quite the sight. He smiled ruefull, bowing his head. He didn't even deserve to look at the quacks. They were Marys friends. He chuckled quietly to himself "I'm sorry Quacks." He stood slowly, finding that his body had little energy. He had to find Arn. Redeem himself in whatever way the Giant saw fit. And if redemption was not an option. He would take his punishment.<br/><br/>He trudged his way through the kitchen doors, emerging at one of the many sprawling hallways of the Temple. He forced himself to focus. If he were a giant. Where would he be.