Manaan<br/><br/>Trent nodded at the woman as she spoke about thanking the villagers, he would have to remember to do that. It was essential that he get along here as much as possible. The more he was liked the less likely he was to have enemies, which meant when they eventually came looking for him he would know it. It was only a matter if time before they did. It was why he always moved, never more than two weeks in any village, preferrably no more than two days. Trent knew though that this stay might be more than a couple of days with the injuries he sustained.<br/><br/><br/>"No, no allergies." He stated sofyly as he took the clay cup and let the steam invade his nostrils. Ge had never smelled anything quite like it in all his travels. In Japan he had drank a lot of sake and goats milk, along with water. He put the warm liquid to his lips, careful not to burn them. He blew gently and took a sip. It was strong, the flavor attacked his tongue with a soothing sensation. He enjoyed the flavor and drank the small amount that she had given him while keenly listening to what the woman was saying.<br/><br/><br/>As the hand to his shoulder, from who he assumed was the doctor, pushed him back to his back Trent turned his head to face the beatuiful red head once more. He could tell from the tone and speed with which the man spoke that he was upset at the least, but there wasn't much else Trent understood. Then as the doctor left came the inevitable questioning, he had expected that much.<br/><br/><br/>"They came from a fight, swords, some..." he paused for a moment, not sure of how much he should spill to this woman, but he decided they meant him no harm. "... some bad men are after me. These came from a super soldier, some experiement old soldiers from the old America are running. They know I know about it, among other things, and have been hunting me for the better part of fifteen years. I thought the former Japanese Empire would be a safe haven, but I was wrong."<br/><br/><br/>The tea she gave him began to make him sleepy, but he had more to say, more to ask, he fought it as much as he could. "In response though I am not European, I was born south of what, according to maps, was once Seattle, I managed a boat to Japan, and then my own to here. So who are you, and why is someone so fair skinned in a monestary with monks?"