It had taken him nearly a day to reach the tribe. Already they had begun to tear down their encampment in preparation to move for the season. A short meeting with the elders, and he was dispatched once again. Moving quickly back to the city. Arriving in the wee hours of the morning, he expected his tribe would be arriving within three days time. Not long if they expected the city to be ready to receive the group of three hundred without incident. Making his way directly to the Kazekage's tower, he was ushered into an audience chamber while an aide went to fetch the steward that held rule over the city. It didn't make much sense to the young priest why the stewards did not just declare themselves as the Kage family. Nor did he care, so long as they honored the pact. To respond in times of need, that was the agreement of their bond. What manner of response, that however was not determined. Kieren could only hope that his people would be given shelter, a tleast until a new land could be surveyed.