Korsarro removes his heavy leather sash and wraps it tight around his fist, there would be much punching before the day was over. If the Temple was under attack then his place would be protecting the old drunkard and the small girl. Though calling anybody small at his stature was laughable. He stomped his way to the doors of the inner sanctum and found just the two he had in mind almost instantly "You two are safe then? Perhaps one of you can tell me what is going on? Perhaps you have something firey and drinkeable stashed away for a Tanner who has had a bad day?" Korsarro looked Zato up and down, hoping to the Beessiah that the old man had something that would calm him.