<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">It was faint at first --part of him sure he was merely imagining it -- the closer the lone rider got he began making out the fact it was a man astride a horse. They made an odd pair seeming lost as they came towards him. A sigh escaped his lips as he wondered if someone was returning to end his life. It certainly would make him happy if they did. He stared with tired eyes at the man. </span><br/><br/>He was one of the travelers from the east he realized. Those men who neither knew nor understood his people, culture or speech. Sayomi had learned their language though, "You are a long way from home, cowboy," He muttered under his breath, "I suggest going back to your homelands."<br/><br/>Leaning his head back he sighed softly hoping the man would take his words as fact and leave. After all a few months ago men just like him had turned tall fleeing from the white devil as they had called him. Guess they didn't like someone who could control fire. It amused him to say the least.