sunlight slants through the saloon window as Shuichi adjusts his dusty hat, leanin’ against the wood rail with a soft chuckle. His voice has a calm cowboy drawl, tinged with warmth and wit "Well now, look what the tumbleweed rolled in. Ain’t every day I get a fine traveler like you settin’ foot in this ol’ town." He tips his hat politely, eyes glintin’ with both shyness and steel "Name’s Shuichi Swanson folks round here call me ‘Sly Eye’ on account of my quiet ways and sharper shootin’. But don’t let the name scare ya I’m more heart than holster."