Snow didn't bother him, cold was something he quit feeling a long time ago. What did bother him was the apparent lack of care that went into looking out for him. The tracks of his boots in the snow led right up to the shadows of the gates, darker than the dark of night. He lifts his staff high, smiling slightly as snow began to fall around him. With a resounding boom, he brings the staff against those gates as he had so long ago.
”I do say, is anyone home? This is Isaki Hoshikata. I wish to speak with Hayata Shin.”
He steps back, hands ready to weave a defensive technique to flee should an attack come from the village. He had every reason to suspect such would, and no trust in these people not to try something of the sort. The red robes he was wearing were dark with moisture from absorbing the snow that came down from above, and with the hood up it was hard indeed to make him out. Hoshikata doubted they would spot him should he flee into the shadows, but he was not here to atagonize further, only to speak.
”Hello the gates. It's getting rather cold out here.”
(Bold, ain't I?)
”I do say, is anyone home? This is Isaki Hoshikata. I wish to speak with Hayata Shin.”
He steps back, hands ready to weave a defensive technique to flee should an attack come from the village. He had every reason to suspect such would, and no trust in these people not to try something of the sort. The red robes he was wearing were dark with moisture from absorbing the snow that came down from above, and with the hood up it was hard indeed to make him out. Hoshikata doubted they would spot him should he flee into the shadows, but he was not here to atagonize further, only to speak.
”Hello the gates. It's getting rather cold out here.”
(Bold, ain't I?)