Kasumi shakes her head.  "Power to control others, and personal power, the power to make your own choices... those are very different.  Everyone should have the second, only a very few should be allowed the first."<br/><br/>She lapses into silence as the miles advance.  It is over two hours, and Kasumi has renewed the skate effect for the third time, when you see the sign off the side of the road.<br/><br/>It is an old wooden sign, the letters burned into the wood, and you only see it because you are looking for it, as it is half overgrown with weeds.  "Hankonian."<br/><br/>The sign is besides a gravel turn off from the mostly stone and dirt of the road, and surprisingly well maintained and used.  The tracks of several carriages and horses passed this way tonight.  The woods are dark around the path, and overhang it, as it winds it's way out of sight.