Jackson ran a straight line to the palace from his home with the Nagasaki family, note firmly in one of his pockets. If he made good time he would get there before any more misshapes. He had heard word of a murder spreading around by some humans he had run into though he wasnâ€™t sure as to what human was murdered if any human. In the end he chose to ignore it and keep going.<br/><br/>The castle was stunning when he finally reached it, yes the house he served the Nagasakiâ€™s was beautiful and had a certain Temple feel to it but this wasâ€¦something else. He lost his breath for a moment when the thought of a displeased master ran through his mind. Shaking off the chill that pasted through him he went to the servants quarters and knocked.<br/><br/>His clothes were comfortable though he thought he might stand out with his plain earth brown kimono, white sash across the middle, black obi, uwangi of a darker brown, and his normal tabi socks and zori sandals. He is not used to them quite yet but heâ€™s learning. He would much rather wear regular shoes and socks from Europe but his master misses home sometimes and this is for his master.