Hoshor Plains [M] On the wind

He had slipped away from the troupe for a time, taking it upon himself to survey the surroundings, alert to the slightest sign of a warrior who might disturb their fragile peace. Yet it was not only the call of battle that could lead a samurai astray—there were older, more primal forces at work. A scent, faint but persistent over the past few steps, had stirred in Shinjou a duty far more ancient and instinctive.

He moved like a shadow, silent and wary, for anything could be a trap. He was no stranger to dishonorable ploys—he had, after all, devised more than a few himself.

道に迷われましたか? he asked, voice low, his head bowed, tongue briefly wetting his lips as he drew gently closer to the lady.