Re: (IC) Dragon Lands-Temple
Zokiro bows to the strange spirit, but is still in pain from the twin stings of the dragon's fierce attack and the looming specter of failure. "Kami of Fate, there is a young girl who needs the flower my clan sister and I were sworn to retrieve. We swore to her father, our Master, to aid her. The strange sound, according to your wisdom, involves us all, but how can we be forsworn and have any honor at all? How could you trust us to any task, were we to cast aside our responsibilities to our clan, our Master, and the young girl who lies sick?"