[b][u]Diplomatic Relations[/u][/b] A trio clad in environmental suits (Designed in a similar manner to formal wear) Made their way down the main road to the Dojo. Nobody paid them any mind, excluding a pickpocket, who tried to grab the valuable looking chunk of gold sticking from the lead one's back. As he tried to pull away, the suited humanoid grabbed his wrist, pressing hard on his ribs. The potential thief collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath. The leader looked at his compatriots, saying something in a harsh, scratchy tongue. All three of them laughed cruelly, and the other two kicked the thief in the head. They continued their walk to the Dojo, ignoring the slowly-dying thief. Stopping at the massive gates, the one with the gold chunk heavily knocked on them. [spoiler]Open, and tread carefully.[/spoiler]