Wouldn't you know it, we've actually got a couple of those for you. Daggers, I mean. You all know how those work, right? Pointy part goes into the soft parts. More nicely, we'll make sure to equip you to deal with slip ups a little more subtly as well. I love a pile of corpses as much as the next person, but like bright eyes over here said - we've a rather narrow playing field and I'd rather not leave us a bunch of bodies to trip over if it can be avoided.

[Not that she doesn't appreciate the sentiment of course.]

Now how about this. What if we were to say the Carbauschians of this particular envoy tend to fall into three distinct categories: diplomats, aides and their retinue of body guards? A diplomat might be a government official or sometime titled; an aide might be anyone with a particular education or skill. A body guard-- [she flicks a look up and down Seviilia] --well. I realize this is speaking broadly, but sometimes I find it helps to begin painting with a broad brush at first.

Can we all identify with one of those kinds of people?