There was another<i>"Che."</i>from him, but this time it seemed almost out of amusement. "How I wish it were that simple." She was interesting to say the least. The man, Genjyo Sanzo, 31st of China, had been "called" for a side mission of sorts. More like everything had gone to shit and the group had found itself in a crazy, separated situation. The priest had found himself, in all manners of ironic (and perhaps unfortunate) at the mercy of the elders of some far off, unheard of temple. Not even he was entirely sure where he was, but he knew this had to be some sick twist of fate planned by his ever so 'merciful' guardian, Kanzeon Bosatsu. She'd told him he wasn't ready. That, while he'd grown a lot since he'd left Chang'an three years ago, he still had some room to grow even more and there was just the special opportunity to do so<i>twenty minutes up the road. <br/>
</i><br/>He sighed as an old building hidden in the trees came into view. It was surrounded by a decorative, but surprisingly functional wall that was a warm cream color, topped with vibrant red. It had patterns of green and yellow sculpted and painted into it. The building itself had a similar style, flashing details of gold and cooling down with a black, tile roof. Shrines poked up from well-maintained grass and framed the entryway in perfect symmetry. A temple. And there was a bald man in an orange robe standing right in the middle of the round doorway. He had a worried expression on his face and sweat glinted on the top of his hairless head. "Ah! Master Sanzo. You've returned!" The blond man beside Laelia only grunted in response. "A-and who might this be?" Silence followed, as if both men expected her to answer the question for herself.