"Mador." Joro hissed quickly. "He and his 'friends' are muscle for someone that claims level thirteen-oh-four. Someone with a long memory and best avoided while we are here."
He raised his hands and offered a charming smile to the large Abyssin. It was not returned. Joro honestly thought that if the one-eye stared at him any harder with that singular orb, he'd burn a hole right through him.
"Liiiiiiiiisten Mador, are those things really necessary? Why don't we all take a moment and just...have ourselves a little chat, eh? Surely, whatever I did couldn't be that bad, could it?"