<strong>"Too late, Zenda? Ah well, she was a picpocket anyway!",</strong>Kubrat said wistfully, but not too wistfully.<br/><strong>"Then try to stop his bleeding",</strong>he added, pointing at the Thag.<strong>"He was the aggrieved party...had he just bashed her with a fist, even a few times, she'd be alive today, and he would be unhurt".</strong><br/>Then he turned towards the incoming warrior. But this one wore full armour, of a type not dissimilar to Kubrat's own... like if he was getting ready to start killing people.<br/><br/><br/><strong>"Hello, friend. You said a name I have some interest in: the Iron Sheik",</strong>Kubrat said.<strong>"Mind telling me what business do you intend to have with him? I can conclude you're no friends... which suits me just fine. Maybe we can continue this conversation over a drink?"</strong>