Locke Wolff stood under his knees, the hands right in front of his bent legs, and the sword sheathed almost touching his hands. In the room he was, it was as dark as it could be, as no candle was lit. Wolff: I don't always do this... He touched the sword's sheath with his right hand. Wolff: I need strength. After that hell I witnessed with the RedClaw family, I have to do justice myself, with my sword only, so I beg you, if you're really somewhere, give me the strength I need, so I don't allow any more pirates to escape like that RedClaw... both of the RedClaw. And then, someone knocked the door.