A twinkle appeared in Zharkov's eye as he noticed a familiar figure enter the arena. He made a light smile. In response to Shah-Nahul, Zharkov nodded, then puffed a stream of air from his nostrils. "Hello again" he said. His voice, deep, and rich. A thick Pravadovan accent permeated through his tongue. Slowly, Zharkov stepped forward to approach Shah-Nahul, tossing aside the tooth.