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	Worf turns around and his eyes land on Thopok, who is 
	watching Worf with a cool contempt.

					WORF
			Or perhaps it is you.

	Thopok glances at Grilka, and then moves in his seat a 
	little, making a conscious effort to restrain himself. 
	The bloodwine arrives in the b.g., but Worf ignores it.
	He moves closer to Thopok. Grilka leans over and 
	whispers something to Tumek, who nods understanding.

					WORF
			Stand when I speak to you.

	Thopok smirks. Worf knocks aside a chair and snarls at 
	him.

					WORF
			Do you think this is a joke?

	At this clear challenge, Thopok jumps to his feet, 
	ready to take on Worf, but Tumek's voice freezes him in 
	place.

					TUMEK
			Mev'Yap! (Stop!)

	Tumek stands and moves to Worf.

					TUMEK
				(continuing)
			Worf, Son of Mogh... join me.

	Both Tumek's dignity and age command Worf's respect. 
	Worf steps away from the confrontation with Thopok and 
	follows Tumek to an area of the room where they can 
	talk more privately.


					TUMEK
				(quiet)
			Challenging Thopok to a fight is 
			a waste of time. Grilka cannot 
			mate with you, now or ever. Your 
			House is dishonored and your name 
			is a curse.


	That is exactly what Worf was afraid of hearing. He's 
	crestfallen.

					WORF
			I... meant no disrespect.

					TUMEK
			You showed none. I'm sure your 
			motives were honorable.