The sounds of his sandals brushing along the trail was audible to any nearby as he came to stop before the entrance to the village. The defense was massive, good thick walls built to absrob any type of attack. It was almsot intimidating in a sense. This was where the key choice would be made. He gripped his spear tightly, resting on his right shoulder and his straw hat was pulled low over his face concealing his features as he waited to be approached. He did not want to take the risk of blowing his cover so soon. If asked, he would remove it but until then, the hat stays. How he was going to get in, Nibachi had no idea but he would find a way. He always did. He ran his free hand through his thick moss of black hakr which almost appeared like a bush to some. In fact, Nibachi was appearing to seem completely at ease on the outside while on the inside, his heart was pounding. No documentation, no passport, how on earth was he going to get inside?
His blue cloak that he wore bore the mark of the Santaru Clan on the back but would only help him so much. He could make all these claims but without actual verifacation, it meant nothing. "Any time now...." He said tapping his foot jn a rhythmic pattern. His dark pupils scanned the area in front of him seeking a audience with the on duty guards. Wen they came, he would have a story ready and it involved the coded message he carried with him or he could always resort to bribery depending on the situation.
[NPC requesting Entry]
His blue cloak that he wore bore the mark of the Santaru Clan on the back but would only help him so much. He could make all these claims but without actual verifacation, it meant nothing. "Any time now...." He said tapping his foot jn a rhythmic pattern. His dark pupils scanned the area in front of him seeking a audience with the on duty guards. Wen they came, he would have a story ready and it involved the coded message he carried with him or he could always resort to bribery depending on the situation.
[NPC requesting Entry]