Known for being a true recluse, an ancient forger of all sorts of wares had once made his home deep within the Ancient Forest in order to not only elude the authorities but to also find a measure of peace in order to perfect his craft. In the hustle and bustle of much larger villages and cities, one could always look forward to being distracted when they were trying to intricately copy a blueprint or the like, whereas here, one could only ever blame the natural sounds of the forest which proved to be far better neighbors than any human could be. Tucking his rain coat tight about his body as the wind picked up, Musashi grimaced and stopped to look around to see if he'd passed the marker for making sure that he was on the right path and sure enough he found the oddly banded tree stump just a few paces away. Looking beyond it, he could see a clearing in the distance and so on ward he moved.