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"I must protect myself," said the man, smiling, as the blade of Kuurus lifted itself through the sleeve, parting the silk, revealing the sheath strapped to his forearm. - (Assassin of Gor, Chapter 2, Sentence #170)

Kuurus examined him, the paunchy flesh beneath the blue and yellow silken robe. He noted the hang of the garment on the man's right arm. The short sword moved from the sheath. "I must protect myself," said the man, smiling, as the blade of Kuurus lifted itself through the sleeve, parting the silk, revealing the sheath strapped to his forearm. Not taking his eyes from the man, Kuurus cut the straps on the sheath from the man's forearm, and with a small movement of his blade, threw the sheath and its dagger some feet to the side. "I am of the opinion," said the man, "that it is a good thing we have those in the black tunic back amongst us". Kuurus nodded, accepting the judgment. - (Assassin of Gor)