The black haired man growled as the rest of the attackers fled but knew there was no point in pursuit, turning he spoke with the dancer behind him then looked back towards Dymian who had stepped forward to speak. "My name is Fathi, and this is Zharia, your assistance was unnecessary but appreciated." He seems to be speaking common though the accent in his voice makes it obvious it's not fluid as he bows respectfully to your group. Cutting his eyes to the side he notices one of the men he brought down was still breathing, stepping towards the crippled man he brought his bare heel down on top of his skull with a loud crunch following. "These men came to take my life and steal away Lady Zharia, so naturally they forfeit their own lives in the process. Ta'lab does not look favorably upon those that would strike against his faithful."<br/><br/>"Madam Zharia, you should thank them as well." His tone took on a much more respectful air when he addressed the woman to the side of him.