Korsarro clears his throat, still swaying ever so slightly, he looks to Zato "Brother Zato, are there any corpses around? With this much commotion we may need to patch people up. And I cannot reach my beloved workshop, even if I could I bet Valtnis vile concoctions have tainted all of my gathered materials." Korsarro looks around, finding no corpses... nor tools now that he thought about it "I also need a knife... Perhaps a needle and thread." Korsarro strokes the stubbly beard upon his face and chin, yes. Many tools and materials would be needed. REVENGE. It would be had.