A young man stands in front of an herbalist's stand, his arms folded neatly in a pristine robe of blues and whites which bear an icon of a crane. Even though he seems entirely out of place, he is the pinnacle of composure; speaking calmly and evenly with the shopkeeper. Listening hard or approaching him, one could hear the conversation.
"...looking for specific blends? I am partial to Orchid Petal and Valley's Bounty..."
"...can one truly determine a tea's quality simply by the color of the brew..."
"...denying one of my station even a sample of your wares, I can offer a writ from my Clan coffers if need be..."
[In the new house.]
Makoto sits quietly in seiza on a pad in the room of his new home. This place is far removed from any lodging I have ever stayed at... even the poorest inn in Crab lands has provided finer accommodations for a Clan's champion than this. He turns his head to look out of the open window into the town, absently slipping an ornate fan of silver threads from his robe and gesturing it open. I fear that this heat will not let up for some time. Perhaps this town offers a tailor and foreign fabrics with which to fashion me a lighter kimono.
If there are others in the same home, he has not addressed them since he has arrived. Though, he does not appear to be upset at all; perhaps he is mute? It is only clear to onlookers that each of his movements have been incredibly precise.
Doji Makoto | Legend of the Five Rings
A young man stands in front of an herbalist's stand, his arms folded neatly in a pristine robe of blues and whites which bear an icon of a crane. Even though he seems entirely out of place, he is the pinnacle of composure; speaking calmly and evenly with the shopkeeper. Listening hard or approaching him, one could hear the conversation.
"...looking for specific blends? I am partial to Orchid Petal and Valley's Bounty..."
"...can one truly determine a tea's quality simply by the color of the brew..."
"...denying one of my station even a sample of your wares, I can offer a writ from my Clan coffers if need be..."
[In the new house.]
Makoto sits quietly in seiza on a pad in the room of his new home. This place is far removed from any lodging I have ever stayed at... even the poorest inn in Crab lands has provided finer accommodations for a Clan's champion than this. He turns his head to look out of the open window into the town, absently slipping an ornate fan of silver threads from his robe and gesturing it open. I fear that this heat will not let up for some time. Perhaps this town offers a tailor and foreign fabrics with which to fashion me a lighter kimono.
If there are others in the same home, he has not addressed them since he has arrived. Though, he does not appear to be upset at all; perhaps he is mute? It is only clear to onlookers that each of his movements have been incredibly precise.