The man headed for the gates, looking like a foreign warrior, which he was. Black boots were covered by red suneate, black pants that had matching red haidate over the thighs for protection. Up top was a black shirt with a red jacket that ended at his waist. There were red han kote to protect his forearms. He had no headband or helmet, no gloves, and his jacket was mostly bland. There were two katana at his side in their sheathes. One was slightly longer, but matched the norm for the weapons. The other looks a bit thicker and had a parrying ring built into the hilt for some reason.
Maki’s golden eyes scan the exit as he walks, whistling and making sure to be seen. He didn’t want to sneak out, openly or otherwise. He was simply waiting on a proper exit procedure to be enacted for him.
Maki’s golden eyes scan the exit as he walks, whistling and making sure to be seen. He didn’t want to sneak out, openly or otherwise. He was simply waiting on a proper exit procedure to be enacted for him.