"Me." [i] He said with a smirk in his tone, hand brushing over the hilt's of his katanas unconsciously. It wasn't a threatening gesture, more of a habit.[/i] "It's what I go by. A wandering swordsman, without a master? Familiar with the term?" [i] He had a way of talking that made anyone listening feel a lot more stupid than they actually were..[/i] "And what about you, little one? What's your name?" [i] He questioned. The way he said "little one" made it sound like he was either a lot older than her, or had seen and done a lot more. [/i]