Tamrik had wandered around for some time before he once again heard a familiar voice. He turned towards it and made his way to the sound. He saw the man, walking away from him, and gave a quick whistle to him.

I hope you weren't going to have fun without me, my friend. Tamrik said with a smile, his had patting his blades. So, I take it from the look somebody has earned themselves a slow and painful death? Tamrik's voice may show the joking facade that is known of him, but Garak would know his need for battle.