"[b]A pity, Iskandar. I would very much have liked to fight you while you had this. Now I feel I only beat you while you were at a disadvantage. That is not a worthy fight or victory for one such as I.[/b]" [i]He stepped up into the chariot, looking around its inside, taking a sip from his cup every now and then. Finally, he nodded, returning to the table, and sat opposite the Conqueror once more.[/i] "[b]Whatever happened to that mongrel whelp that you called a Master, Conqueror? Do you know?[/b]"