Korsarro took a deep breathe. Willing that his legs would not shake, that his voice would not falter. But... The man before him was so huge. To the point Korsarro wouldn't have been able to tell his face from his bicep had it not been for the moustache and glare that met his gaze. He forced himself to meet the glare with one of his own. He must not seem like he is doing this out of cowardice. This is his duty.<br/><br/>"Arn." He attempted to steady his hectic breathing. "I have failed at the task that you entrusted me with. It is due to my negligence and irresponsible behaviour that Mary now lies in Beesiah knows what state within the Hospice walls." He raises his arms from his sides, spreading them wide and opening his palms "I ask that you take the toll you deem fit. Consider this toll seperate from whatever Wolfram deems fit to do. I would have it no other way."<br/><br/>He gulps hard. Did his voice sound as shakey to the Giant as it had to himself? It did not matter. He had said what was needed. He would pay the toll the Giant asked a thousand times over if it would take away the heavy weight of his shame.