Northstar Vale i used to be soft

This boy Tzenno was perfectly respectful, dipping into a bow at the sight of his new ruler... though Takeshi despised being called lord; it was a rank much lower than his own. He doubted the boy knew this though, and dismissed it, assuring himself he'd learn in time. 

Hesitantly he clarifies himself as a ronin, to which Takeshi lifts a brow curiously. Was he supposed to know what that meant? But his skillset sounded admirable; fighting, hunting, healing... a sort of jack-of-all-trades, in spite of his youthfulness. An unusual smile met Takeshi's face, pleased by the list, but he knew it could not be that simple just yet. Tzenno, that all sounds quite impressive, He hums, -but as for our place here... well, we need to trust that you won't up and leave after you've gotten your fill of food. How can I trust that you will be loyal to us? He questioned- though his tone wasn't harsh, communicating it was more of a routine than a real doubt. He already liked the kid before him, he just had to be thorough.