The group moved well through the sands, and by nightfall the people who followed him were within the walls of Soon and enjoying their drinking and gambling and whoring. Vices that the leader of the Isaki Clan let them have, because what was being human if not being imperfect creatures of the world? But he was not interested in any of those on this night, he had something more in mind.
Zaku, or what used to be such, would find Hoshikata standing before him just short of the witching hour, staff in hand. ”Greetings cousin.” Those golden eyes peer into Zaku's own as he spins the staff idly. ”You have in your possession a headband belonging to the village of Cloud. Before you go your own way, I require it. I wish to return it to its owner in a rather interesting fashion.”
As if expecting nothing less than his own way, a hand is already held out waiting for it.
Zaku, or what used to be such, would find Hoshikata standing before him just short of the witching hour, staff in hand. ”Greetings cousin.” Those golden eyes peer into Zaku's own as he spins the staff idly. ”You have in your possession a headband belonging to the village of Cloud. Before you go your own way, I require it. I wish to return it to its owner in a rather interesting fashion.”
As if expecting nothing less than his own way, a hand is already held out waiting for it.