Korsarro wipes his face with his sash and looks up at the giant "That... " His throat felt as if the giant had reached in to tick his very insides and the hoarseness of it showed "That was my first drink of the day." Korsarro looks to the butler and the masked man "If you kill the ducks I want the skins, I need them to make replacements for this mans boots." Korsarro sways slightly before falling backwards. That damnable drunkard. If it wasn't one thing ruining his day it was another.