Korsarro slams his tankard down, standing up and reaching almost average height on his chair "I WILL JOIN..." he sways" YOU! On your quest. Together we can convince Wolfgram that... that you're a Gentlrem... of gent;ema" Korsarro falls back, landing hard upon the floor underneath him "that... was sore" He groans from his new position on the ground. He mumbles something incoherent before beginning to snore, occasionally saying something about flesh or meat in between snores.