Re: Chapter 1 - Travelling Towards Darkness
And all along the road, the soft-voiced Ronin known as Kedo (insofarasmuch as he is known by anyone for anything, being a lowly wave-man) has walked in companionable silence, stilling when the party stops, moving when it chooses to resume travel - during the earlier excitement he moved to a side and lay his hands upon the seemingly unworn hilt of the katana at his hip, but never drew more than a fingernails span of steel from its wooden home - and that only to loosen it against need.
At the gate too, he was as silent and watchful as he has been most every morning of the trek - where he has spent no small amount of time in contemplation or meditation when the opportunity has allowed, seeking some measure of insight in the fall of rain on barren stone or the steam rising from stirring horses in the morning chill.
And now again he reacts in his accustomed, understated fashion by moving unhurriedly forwards to place himself a little to the side, a little back from Bayushi Kenji on his offhand side, allowing that honourable Clan Bushi the distinction of leading any conflict that may develop and taking care not to imperil himself within the sweep of the lightning-fast Crane's blade. And not of course, allowing his own steel to stir a breath from its scabbard before hostilities commence.
Manners after all, maketh man.
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