Kathina stopped for a moment when she saw the extended hand--the red-skinned hand, along with the horns and the pointed teeth.<br/><br/><em>Don't stare! It's rude!</em>she reminded herself archly, and took the offered hand with her best try at an easygoing smile.<br/><br/>"Yes, a friend! My name is Kathina....." She paused a moment.<br/><br/>"Well, to tell the truth, we met when he was in prison. Not for anything criminal!" she added hastily. "This was six years ago, and he was a prisoner of war, you see. But he was a really polite and well-mannered man, considering I was on the other side, and we got on well enough. So....how do<em>you</em>know him?"