“I can quite honestly say I am glad I have not had to face many things with a magnitude of presence such as yours, Arngeirr. Not entirely certain I would make it out of those scraps intact anymore.”<br/><br/>Following much more quietly in Korsarro's wake she looked around the kitchen and confirmed for herself what Kor was saying. Zato was missing in action. Given the size of the monastery it could take some time to find him as well, they might just be better off finding another monk entirely.<br/><br/>Such notions were broken when a familiar cane came thumping in.<br/><br/>Alyssa went to say something, a greeting, a smart remark at Kor or just a compliment on the smell of the stew. Save that one of Zato's sleeves was alarmingly limp. The way the cloth moved indicated there wasn't anything under there and if Zato had lost an arm but had yet to amend his clothing it likely happened recently. She had seen some good men and women rendered crippled from injuries like that and worse, but thankfully Zato didn't seem to have let it stop him. Still, it seemed like an awkward thing to bring up at the moment.