Ali agitatingly climbs back to his feet and quickly draws his sword from his scabbard - feeling sure that he had been aggressed. "Who did that?", he angrily bursts forth. He randomly confronts the men in his close vicinity. "Was it you...you...maybe you?" With experience of witnessing similar conflict here in the Kash Bowl, Cail, Ishtar and Lotus together approach the furious general.
"How it is so clear that you are Jonus' brother dear general." Cail remarks calmingly. She gently arrests Ali's sword-bearing arm.
"And how so very powerfully you present yourself general." Added Lotus in an equally soothing tone as she settles her palms against Ali's chest. As if this tripple act had been previously rehearsed, Ishtar then makes her contribution as she effortlessly takes the sword from Ali's now relaxed grip.
"Should a warrior so blessed with awe and power be required for summoning for the peoples' protection...we'll know that you are he." With hypnotic eyes drawing ever closer, Ishtar continued to subdue the general, who, by now, is almost unified with the three women. "This is neither the time nor place for anxiety General Ali. Come and relax with us." Ishtar hands Ali's sword to Lotus who has removed the scabbard from his waist. The women ease Ali towards their table as he brokenly speaks words from a mesmerised mind.
"Well, I s'pose I could do with another drink." Jonus picks himself up off the floor, wondering if he could somehow attract similar attention from these charming ladies...