"Ah well", Kubrat shrugged.<br/><br/><strong>"Samurai? You use some words I don't know, but your armour is good,and you seem to have a nice sword. No matter; this means you'd have to help me kill the Iron Sheik, for he isn't likely to let you pick said Snow Woman from his harem! Well, as fate would have it, I am considering the same endeavour. The Iron Sheik's harem is reputed to be huge, and I believe it's wasted on him! So, what do you say? We kill the Iron Sheik, take his harem for us, and split the women for our harems. I'll let you pick one of them that you want - so you can have the Snow Woman - then I pick one I want, then you pick again, then I go...and so forth, until we exhaust them. If there's an unequal number of women, we could always wrestle for the last one. Deal?"<br/></strong><br/>He also looked at the barmaids with increasing stupefaction. What was this? Was the guy pretty or something? Kubrat himself wasn't quite sure what women liked before they got into a bed with him; other than muscles, strength, riches, and power, that was...<br/>But consequently, he wasn't quite sure whether the guy really counted as pretty, or the girls were playing an elaborate prank on him. Or maybe on his boyfriend. He looked like someone who's likely to have an older boyfriend.<br/><br/>Right before he acted to advise them to stop - and to stop endangering the boy - the squad of armed men arrived, and Kubrat sighed.<br/><strong>"And just when I'd cleaned my sword, too!"</strong><br/>Then he jumped on a table near the wall. Anyone who wanted to face him there was welcome; and the wall was going to protect his back anyway.<br/><em><br/>Defensive stance, so there's no need for initiative. How many success would I need for a Terrain Check to fight only one at a time and get the high ground?</em>