"Brother Korsarro!"  Arngeir fell to his knees beside the pan and pulled the sash free as the monk undid the knits.  "What is wrong?" he demanded.  What had the sash done to the miniature gentleman?  Surely it must have been something awful to illicit such a reaction.  The gold sash had been strange, but this black one had been downright aggressive by the looks of it.  He quickly folded the sash up and put it on the table far away from the monk.<br/><br/>"What happened, noble gentleman?" the giant asked again.  "Did it try to do something to you?"