He watched the inn-keeper retreat for the moment, and turned to regard his companions. His countenance was... grim. He should be neutral, but the thing is,<em> 'grim' is his neutral. </em>He always looks like he's been sucking on a lemon.  When the dragon samurai-ko and the inn-keeper returned, he took a moment; sized up the woman warrior. He looked at her wear on her armor, the weapons she carried, the build of her muscles, her stance; even her voice, the way she conducted herself. He was trying to gauge her over-all strength and skill based on these small details.<br/><br/>As part of his Musha Sugyo, it was typical for him to seek out people to have non-lethal duels with; to hone his skills. But for now, after what would likely be a very tense moment for her (he is wearing three pieces of Wargear after all--the Zanbato, tetsubo, and lacquer armor), he would bow. There are no markings on any of his equipment, so right away, the Dragon Samurai-ko should know he is Ronin... though the jade-inlaid Zanbato and Finger of Jade around his neck might give some indications or say a lot about where he's been or perhaps where he's going.<br/><br/>"Konichiwa." He said gruffly. The bow is stiff, not because he is being insincere, but because<em>lacquered metal armor makes elegant movements difficult.</em>