"Ah...so very great to be back in the good ol' Kash Bowl!" He looks around and then utters under his own breath; "Things sure haven't changed much around 'ere...some of the same folk...that's good..." Ali looks down to the floor and, still unshocked, speaks aloud; "Brother Jonus...still 'ere eh? On the deck as usual...but now you're dressed as a woman! Hmmm, now I see why you weren't fit to be a general!" After ordering two bottles of kash, Ali draws his sword, swiftly slides the blade beneath one bottle upon the bar and skilfully swipes the bottle towards Jonus and then secures his sword. "Nice catch bro...at least you still have some awareness about you! So, what happens in here then these days?" Ali begins to sternfully raise his voice, "Too much frolic it would appear! The Carthaginian army needs men...MEN, hard, serious men, not pranksters, clowns, boys..." He looks back down at his brother..."and certainly not transvestites!" With his right hand menacingly placed atop the grip of his sword and a bottle in the other, Ali slowly walks towards Jonus and lifts a foot to be perched upon a stool. He rests his weight upon his knee and, forwardly staring hawk-like, he speaks calmly but with a deathly monotone; "I feel that change is in the air." The entire room by now has been silenced as everyone feels an uneasy tension and waits for someone else to break the ice-like atmosphere which now grips everybody. Jonus remains on the floor, shivering slightly in his dress!