Samuel:I respect your honor, and you have passed my test, I hope we will be friends in the near future but where are my manners? My name is Samuel, a traveling swordsman/bounty hunter/mercenary. My friend Wolf is like me, he just takes a more, direct approach, in combat. He also has a severe case of, well, personality, per say. You notice Wolf is arguing on the phone with someone, you can barely make out what there saying:Look, Yang, how about you get away from your little Girl Scout team and come hang out with me and Samuel? What do you mean it's your "duty"?! Look I-uugh! Wolf walks over. Wolf:So you got a Starbucks ey? Cool. We're to?