Stephan was the guy that interrupted my meal. He was of an age to be my father - or grandfather - yet he's still the toughest sumuvabitch I've seen. The man keeps in shape, and has been fighting his whole life - behind a wheel, with his fists, or with a blade, are the options he prefers.<br/>He had also been dealing with dangerous people his whole life, so he's good at it as well. When I jokingly call him "lieutenant", it's not much of a stretch. At all.<br/>So I knew it had to be important when I saw him slightly agitated. It was. Fucking refugees?<br/>I smiled at the refugees as best I could. Hey, a dozen more men? It's a real boon if they're reliable!<br/>"I see you want to talk to me, but first give you a meal", I started. "Then we can talk about other stuff, but whatever we decide, we feed our guests - at least when we can - and that's before talking. To do otherwise would be rude in the extreme! Stephan, can you take care, please, while I'm taking care of the other issue? And you could tell Stephan what you're running from, if it could have followed you. He's my lietenant, so you're in good hands."<br/>Treating people like people usually pays off. And I did act as cordially as I could, treating them as honoured guests. They seem like they can use some human treatment, and I was able to afford it.<br/>Then I turned to the Strong guys. Seems like justice and restitution was the name of the game here - but with the strong, when is it different?<br/>"Rico, Flippy", I began, trying to read something in Rat Sponge's face.<br/>"I need to know more than that. Let me hear your case first, than I'm going to hear what he's got to say. Shut up for now, Rat Sponge!"<br/>That wasn't giving an order. I just made a request, and expected it to be carried out.<br/>"So tell me, what has he stolen, when and from whom?"