Hanzo regarda autour de lui les coups de pied alors qu'il continuait à manger. Sana a amené l'enfant qu'elle a sauvé pour manger, à la recherche de tout le monde comme un parent avec leur fille. C'était un peu réconfortant de voir, même si Hanzo n'a pas essayé d'y penser trop profondément en raison de ses propres expériences. Mortosh était dans un coin, apparemment endormi, mais probablement plus précisément méditant - il n'a même pas remarqué le squelette jusqu'à ce que Zam est monté et l'a signalé au nouveau venu.
En parlant de cela, ce chevalier d'hier se faisait connaître au parti, se présentant comme Derrix ; apparemment il entendait parler de la récente brûlure de la maladie de Cinder et voulait aider Soeur Agnes, et par procuration ce groupe d'aventuriers. Peu après, il s'est retrouvé dans une conversation avec l'elfe, Vaeri. Il semblerait donc qu'ils aient encore un allié dans cette quête... quel groupe!
Hanzo a fini de manger peu après que Fiona soit montée. Il retourna poliment la vaisselle et, suivant l'exemple de Fiona, retourna dans sa chambre pour faire ses valises. Heureusement, ce n'était pas grand chose de commencer par - juste son portefeuille, ses vêtements, et ce rouleau magique qu'il a trouvé. Le moine avait été légèrement hors de lui hier soir, donc il est probablement aller une offre ceci au reste du groupe correctement avant qu'ils tous partent. Ou, peut-être, Hanzo pourrait l'utiliser sur lui-même. Les cicatrices de la bataille avec le mage encore sur sa poitrine, montrant une cicatrice avec un petit sceau de rouge profond autour d'elle...
Agissant de nouveau sur une impulsion indéfinie, Hanzo a tiré ouvrir le rouleau- et puis il s'est rendu compte qu'il n'avait aucune idée comment lire la magie correctement. Quel geste stupide. Pourtant, il est revenu dans le sens, pour au moins offrir les autres avant d'accepter l'offre pour lui-même.
Il est revenu rapidement en bas, voyant comment la plupart des gens étaient partis pour se préparer à leur départ (ou était déjà la plupart du temps ainsi). Dans ce cas, le moine a décidé de s'asseoir un peu à l'extérieur, de prendre dans l'air du matin encore frais avec la rosée du climat décidu. Il se tenait simplement à l'extérieur de l'auberge, se penchant parfois sur le mur de l'auberge. Par curiosité, il regarda au sud. Le feu était parti depuis longtemps, le pilier de la fumée qui l'a salué avant d'être plus. Il soupirait. Tant de vies ont encore été injustement prises, même s'il pouvait en dire autant de ceux qui ont été tués, ces esclaves.
Hanzo se retourna, et remarqua que Fiona sortait cinq chevaux et une charrette des esclaves. Sa mémoire était brumeuse de la nuit dernière, mais il semblait se rappeler la charrette, et certains de ces chevaux ressemblaient aux montures des esclaves. Bien sûr, la meilleure façon de le savoir était de demander. Le moine s'approchait de l'endroit où Fiona installait tout ; elle étudiait actuellement une sorte de carte. "Ces mêmes choses sont-elles acquises des esclaves?"
Name: Hanzo Jibero
Age: 26
Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Race: Human
Class: Monk
Appearance/Clothing:

Skills:
Acrobatics
Survival
Historical & Religious Knowledge
Climbing & Swimming
Perception
Emotion Reading
Ki Manipulation
Martial Arts, Grappling, & Throwing
Natural Abilities: Has honed his body to its upper limits in durability and reflexes, and learned to how manipulate his Ki (spiritual energy); otherwise, he possesses no special abilities of note for a human.
Magic/Spells:
Ki Strike - A focused attack bolstered through Ki. Grants a chance for normal damage to penetrate armor and natural resistances. Can be charged for a slightly greater chance.
Ki Blast - Hanzo channels Ki into his hands to throw out a bolt of raw energy that travels a short distance. Functions as a basic magical attack with a chance to penetrate physical armor (akin to Ki Strike), but must be charged to yield the proper effect initially.
Ki Mending - A monk's own 'lay on hands' technique using Ki. Restores a bit of health and fights magical impurities.
Additional Information:
This monk hails from an old culture that bears worship to the spirit of nature, rather than any specific god. They bless the sun and the moon for giving them light, and the earth and its bounty for giving them life. A somewhat nomadic culture, these monks rarely established buildings or relics for anything beyond shelter, aiming to preserve nature as best as they could.
This culture took up martial arts and the art of Ki manipulation as a means of defensing oneself without resorting to weapons or lethality, and to hone one's body and spirit to its greatest potential. Life was simple and peaceful, yet active and fulfilling. They took what they needed from nature and kindly returned what they did not, blessing all creatures that lost their lives as fulfilling a greater purpose.
For Hanzo, this has since changed somewhat. Where he once could've wandered without ever getting lost, he now struggles to find a purpose in this new reality revealed to him. He has long since gotten over the culture shock of the developing world, however, and still finds himself traveling about, benefiting others where he sees fit. The wonder still remains, however, and the monk can't help but wish for a sign to reveal his own destiny.
Equipment: Hanzo possesses no weapons besides his fists, but does wear a small medium of protective gear: leather bracers on his forearms and legs, and a belt with magical properties that reinforces his natural durability.
Possessions: Something of a miser, Hanzo carries little gear or money on his person. He is always seens with his monk's clothing (see above), as well as a waterskin, a crest of his clan, and a ring of prayer beads. Should the need arise, the sash he wears can be improvised as a ten-foot rope.
Personality:
By nature, Hanzo is a respectful individual, treating others with kindness when he can see they deserve it. Through his experiences, however, the monk has learned to only really trust those he has discovered as righteous at heart, even if not always purely good. As such, he comes and goes in his travels, not often staying to maintain friendships but still holding them at heart. Getting to know Hanzo and sympathize with him can turn the monk into a faithful ally, even beyond an initial partnership.
As a result of his less fortunate experiences, Hanzo bears a stern sense of justice, and is quite willing to help others in desperate need (for better or worse, at times). He tends to be straightforward, but also cautious and logical - not below fighting others to reach a solution, but wise enough to seek an alternate method. As a part of his vowing of respect as a monk, Hanzo will never willingly kill a fellow human/elf/etc, but when pitted against the 'inhumane' (monstrous creatures and truly sinful individuals) he will not share that grace.
History:
Hanzo was born naturally within a nomadic tribe of monks. As a youth, he was eager to learn their ways and trained hard to better himself. He found himself fitting in well with the culture, benefiting greatly from its teachings and giving him a fairly fulfilling life, at the time.
Of course, some things have a tendency to change so very suddenly. As Hanzo's generation was beginning to reach their coming of adulthood, one girl was suddenly outcast from the monks in what had to be a first in their history. She had always been something of a quiet loner, but what put her off the edge was her possession and obsession with a unique steel knife abandoned in the forest. Though Hanzo was somewhat regretful of her suffering this fate, as he was one of the few people to show her kindness, he was ultimately made to pay it no mind.
Disaster struck, however, when but a few moons later, the girl returned in the accompany of a legion of violent warriors. She had discovered that the knife was of their craft, and immediately became absorbed into their vastly differing knowledge. When she weaved a tale of being isolated and betrayed by her primitive family and clan, the battle-bred warriors were empowered to aid her in revenge.
So began the crusade against Hanzo's clan, a long night of fire beneath a bloody moon. As fear and panic settled in, a still-young Hanzo was desperately urged to flee, even as family and friends alike were quickly slaughtered under the warriors' powerful weapons. Under the shadow of the forest, Hanzo managed to evade the clan's new enemies, and believed himself to be a solitary survivor. But while the fires still remained in sight, Hanzo was suddenly confronted by the girl, bloody knife in hand.
Though she had initially spared Hanzo for the kinship he had offered, the murderer claimed to have dicovered a new way of life, driven by a far more powerful emotion: wrath. Seeing the monk feel his own brand of wrath, she offered him another chance, to channel and release this rage the only way she knew how. Hanzo refused, deciding she had more than lost her mind, and attempted to fight her in his anger. Their tango was brief but brutal, put to a painful end when the murderer was knocked headfirst into a collapse of burning branches, blinding her.
He only regrets not having learned her name.
The time following was harsh to Hanzo, not because he could not survive but because he had nobody else to survive with. He was alone, his family, friends, and culture all mercilessly slaughtered. Hanzo's outlook changed - it had to, if he was going to truly live any longer. The monk began to wander the world again, a world that seemed to so vastly change overnight, as he passed through many towns, kingdoms, and nations. He would help others as he deemed without compensation, all the while hoping to find some new sense of purpose as she had.