Yin waited patiently in the square for his now-students to return. He had sent them off to gather their things and purchase any provisions they felt they would need for the journey. To Yin, they all seemed like travelers in one way or another, which meant that at the very least they were resourceful and hopefully quick at completing such tasks. Yin had already compiled his own set of provisions; vegetables and berries for vitamins, nuts for protein, dried meat, bread, water and a change of clothes, all encased inside his dark blue sack. He had gotten them just before he had made his announcement, originally he had planned to move on from the village but had instead been self influenced by nostalgia to take a chance on it. It had payed off in some respects, whatever power it was, be it either fortune or doom, had bestowed upon him four healthy and powerful students.<br/>Yin had been standing for the most part of his wait, looking about him and engaging in small talk with passing festival goers, whom wished to express their gratitude for being present and supporting the local event. Yin took their misguided hospitality with a smile, leaving the locals satisfied in their assumptions that his presence had all been a planned event. Yin soon realized his students were taking longer than he expected and decided to enjoy himself a rest upon a nearby chair. As he bent his legs to sit, Yin's buttock struck an object that soon made itself known as a glass as it shattered on the floor and spilled it's liquid contents all over the chair and Yin's arse.<span style="font-style: italic">Son of a wailing bitch! Urgh, perhaps the cafe nearby will have some towels...</span>Yin thought, embarrassment setting upon him.