Brishah smirked, shaking her head slightly as she watched the match finish with a shocking twist, as the one who had been on the defensive suddenly turned the tables and knocked the other competitor out of the ring. The competition seemed to have concluded, as many broke off from their positions watching it to move slowly to the south, where the Plaza of the Great Fountain awaited.<br/><br/>The woman remained silent as the short-haired man - Karam - approached the pair. He bowed his head briefly to Krum, looking over him once with a penetrating gaze, then turned his eyes to his commander. "Iron Lady." He said, his voice quiet. "I am finished."<br/><br/>"I can see that, Karam." Brishah said dryly, the faintest hint of a laugh leaking into her voice. "Go, then, enjoy the festival. I am having a conversation now." She flicked her hands slightly at him, shooing him away.<br/><br/>"Of course, Iron Lady." Karam bowed once more, looked to Krum with pensive eyes, then moved off into the crowds.<br/><br/>Brishah looked to Krum, then began to laugh, loud and long once again. For nearly a minute, in fact. The crowd around them, no longer distracted by the martial arts competition, began staring and muttering to one another at this, apparently somewhat wary of the seemingly strange, if not outright insane woman and the foreigner at her side.<br/><br/>Finally, she regained enough control of herself to speak again. "They're like children, sometimes, you know. Always looking for commands."