Corto looked at the newcome man and blinked twice as Morgalla introduced him as the giant of a man Corto. He looked down at himself and then at the others. It was true that among his brothers and sisters in the temple, he wasn't considered very large. But this was the first time he had actually noticed that he was a fair head taller than the others and a bit broader over the shoulders. He sank down a bit, as if trying to fit in, but the whole thing caught him as a bit of uncomfortable and awkward, so he stretched again.<br/><br/>"Well of course, only the hermits of the peaks can live on water alone!" Corto answers as Morgalla once more speaks of water. "The earth give us food, the air gives us strength and the fire warm us at night! Even the Templars of Kartan knows the merits of sharing beds in a night of passion."<br/><br/>He said this all in the tone of voice that a priest would lecture the congregation. Corto could speak of the merits of cleaving an enemy from the left shoulder to stomach over the right shoulder to stomach and still come of as if he was teaching compassion to the masses. It was this rather soft demeanor that helped weigh up the raw madness that was unleashed once he entered his battle frenzy. Without it many Templars had gone completely mad.<br/><br/>"I thank you for your kindness, Brother, but water will do fine for me at the moment. But be so good and tell me of yourself, like Morgalla I am curious to know every soldier of the company!"