Alyssa was silent for several moments from being quite surprised that it had been so easy to persuade the hugeman and Korsarro's volunteering. She had not anticipated that he would be so eager to study an artifact that he would put his neck on the hypothetical stump. Alyssa felt her stomach churn slightly at the thought, as if they were taking advantage of him. He did speak truly, he was physically the most diminutive out of the trio. The least she could do was give him respect for his decision.<br/><br/>“You understand fully what you intend to do and the possible consequences of such actions Brother Korsarro?”<br/><br/>As if to emphasize the question she set the clothed item on the ground with a heavy thump. Reaching in from the bottom her hand gripped a wooden haft and produced a long handled axe. The wood had been carefully selected from guayacan trees for its resilience, stained black and embellished with tiny script along it. The Buzzia scripture meant to maintain purity and steadfastness in the face of corruption. The heavy head was a dark colored brass, the acid etched flecks in its metal from its time spent in use against the demonic forces and their human tools.<br/><br/>If things went terribly wrong she would give Korsarro a quick end at the least.