Korsarro resisted the ruge to look away or blink, visibly struggling, his eyes twitching and body shaking "Nothing.... too bad. Squirrel attack. Valetni poisoned everything." Korsarro finally looks away, his face filled with a mixture of rage and dissapointment "Also we discovered that a Tanner is not at all like a Doctor. Not even a little." Korsarro blinks and holds up Zatos arm "Would you like some new boots? No? Well, we have wounded anyway, my attempts to meat them back to health has done nothing. It is good to see you again though Devlin. We must drink when we have a moment that is not filled with demons... or meat... or praising the Beesiah." Korsarro grinned and grabbed the tired mans wrist "Come come! We have doctoring to do!" He begins tugging in the direction of the wounded men, his grin only growing wider as time goes on.