Korsarro groans, rubbing his temples with his thumbs. Choosing somebody would be difficult. He doubted they would find a volunteer. He looked to the hugeman, he owed him. Nothing for it. He looked to the sash, to Alyssa and finally to the hugeman. "Arn. You would be able to crush me in combat, yes?" His mind swam in possibilities of the terrible fate that may come from this. But he pressed on regardless. "I volunteer. Put the sash on me. I owe you. Both you and Alyssa should be enough to stop me if things go comletely hornets up after all." He scratches his head as the words finally stop coming.