"A week, perhaps." She rose, needing something stronger to drink, pulling out an old bottle of rice wine. She took a smaller glass from the table and began to fill it. "They come one at a time, usually. We've had one group and..." The shot warmed her as she took it. Another followed moments later. "And Tsai and I took care of it. That's his sword that you used."<br/><br/>After her third shot, she paused and let it sink in. "He died in that fight."