Manzo had found a comfortable place to sit and wait. He was patiently reading a book waiting for Kazuki. He knew that Kazuki had a lot on his plate and Manzo was not sure that Kazuki was ready to leave when they met. Even if he was there was always things that would call someone of his station back.
It was a long trek back home, delaying it did not matter much to Manzo. He had been gone for so long, even as much as he wanted to get home waiting a few hours was nothing for him to bring the ambassador safely to his home.
It was a long trek back home, delaying it did not matter much to Manzo. He had been gone for so long, even as much as he wanted to get home waiting a few hours was nothing for him to bring the ambassador safely to his home.