Korsarro took another gulp, pondering what he could make with the leather before noticing Laplaces movement towards the ducks. He shook his head "It's not worth it. You'll have the whole of the Temple at your throat before you can even leave the room Butler. Put the cutlery down. And step away." He raised the tankard once more, draining it of its contents and drawing the same cleaver from the day before from the sash across his chest. "More leather is always welcome if you still wish to continue this course of action. As I said that you clearly missed. Human flesh makes for good leather." He places the tankard down and focuses on the butler. He would not allow this. He may have been slightly unhinged. QUIET YOU. But he was still a monk. And monks stood for something, last he had checked.