Blackfeather Woods 負けるが勝ち

they do not burden him with unsatisfactory introductions. there is a harsh noise made in response; a grunt, or a scoff—it is hard to be certain.
eyes raise to probe both men first; then, sweep swift to the lady, where he offers the firm dip of his own head. dark crown lowering.
you will be treated with honor among us, kaede-sama. you have my word, which is my bond. and nothing in the man's persona is to say otherwise. masa then sweeps forwards, cutting gaze over shinjou, jerking head to beckon him away.
leaving kaede and lorroakan to be alone amongst themselves briefly. lending his head low, voice hushed. we move again soon. too much time has been spent here. is it paranoia that claims the samurai's mind?