[i]Ronin looks at him.[/i] "My wife died 14 years ago Eric. Not that I expect you to know that; but I'm not that guy." [i] He pulls the white and gold sword from its sheathe and begins to clean the blade with a cloth from his pocket.[/i] "Ràpists, yeah, one. Names Limbo. Girls, figure that out on your own, tough guys, a lot of them who just deserve a sword where the sun doesn't shine."