[In person]- Free for pestering by anyone

[beautiful_brute]

[Zarbon has been patched up by Black Jack and is now sulking about the manor. He's currently by one of the windows in the parlor, staring out of it and mentally cursing his loss against Piccolo.]

....

[Not only did he lose to the Namekian, but he still hurts like hell from all the injuries, as all the healers he knows have either gone or wouldn't

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[didlookback]

[She goes through the door of parlor, intending on finding out clues that she'd miss the firs time, when she sees one of the guys who battled before.

She figures now is a good time as any to figure out just why there was a fight in the first place.]

Hello.

[didlookback]

So you can actually tell a person's strength just like that?

[beautiful_brute]

Naturally.

[Smirk.]

[didlookback]

Okay, sounds interesting.

And you're still not going to tell me about what started the fight, right?

[beautiful_brute]

Hm.

[Zarbon rolls his eyes.]

I still don't see how it concerns you.

[didlookback]

Okay.

Can you at least tell me your name? I can't keep refering to you as "you".

[beautiful_brute]

[Zarbon smirks.]

Zarbon.

[That's all you get. He doesn't think you need more.]

[didlookback]

It was nice talking to you, Zarbon.

[And since this is all she can glean so far, she better ask the green guy instead. So she nods and heads out of the parlor.]