Arrek sat on a chair, with his arms on the table that divided Tom, the candlelight, who sat, wary of all the things Arrek could do. Arrek decided to open his mouth and speak first. "So. You've been having problems with Illtas, huh?"
Tom said "Yes. I was hoping that... we could, you know... Be allies?" Arrek laughed.
"Diplomacy is for the weak!" Arrek quickly got up out of his seat and grabbed a one handed sword. "En garde, you fool!" Tom was confused at what just happened. Just then, Arrek charged across the table.
Tom pulled out his cobalt scimitar and blocked the oncoming shot from Arrek. Arrek threw a quick jabbing blow at Tom's stomach, hitting with extreme force. "Ha ha!" Arrek said in a heavily French accent.
Tom was struggling to get up when Arrek kicked his stomach right in the open wound. "Now get out." He dragged Tom's unconscious body out of the Arrekian border.
"Take your diplomacy elsewhere!"