<strong>Tamba</strong>, for whatever reason the wild-eyed fellow with the fancy belt seems to think you are the greatest threat standing and tries to knock you out of the way, if not out of your lifetime, and thrusts with savage and desperate enthusiasm...only to misjudge his timing, because your shield knocks his blade out of line and ensures that you yet draw breath.<br/><br/><strong>Yali</strong>, the woman seems to relax a little more. Maybe it is because you are clearly not one of the living impaired. Maybe it is because you are also a woman. She lowers her arms, exposing a truly impressive bosom, and sets about trying to return her flimsy garment to something more suitable.<br/><br/>"Only myself and that brute," she says, lower lip trembling a little as she bravely holds back an unseemly emotional response. "But it is not safe here! Please, could we leave?"<br/><br/>The sound of the fight carries only too well, and she flinches.<br/><br/>"Once that is finished...your companions are worthy, I hope?"