Honeyed Pasture Cut off his head immediately, and stick it on a pike!

All Welcome, but tagging @Jagoda for visibility.

After being tended to by a myriad of strangers he was told to rest, but could not. There was so much Tetsubo did not know about this place. The population of this place was idiosyncratic; he chose to find something stable, something familiar, so against the wishes of the caretakers Tetsubo set out to explore. His ribs would take time to knit back in to place and they did pain him, but he did not care. Such sensations had become so common to the warrior by this point in his life. He could handle the discomfort of his cracked ribs, and the ragged nature of his breathing, so long as he kept a level head.

There was nothing for him to do upon the sands and much for him to study. From the beasts of the sea to the scents upon the wind, to the grasslands just beyond - and that was where he wandered.

Away from the ocean, ducking the attention of the border patrols as best he could (which he would've managed without incident had he been perfectly healthy), and onward. He stopped only when his body refused to go any further, and at that point the boy was situated in a rolling pasture filled with stark green and gold, where the summer sun had baked the life from the foliage. He ducked his head to sniff at one errant patch of crushed reeds, and realized he was breathing hard through his nose, and clenching his teeth shut from the discomfort experienced throughout his body.