*The leader nods.*
Leader: We plan to kill him, and then some. 
*He grins under his helm, and tilts his head. 
Leader: Why do you ask? Do you care for him?

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*John frowns, and looks around the empty bar.*
John: Er... was something in my drink?
*Looks at his scotch glass, and frowns.*
John: Hmmm... what danger then?