<div class="floatleft">(http://fellowshipofgamers.elementfx.com/files/FFd6%20-%20char%20pic.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Name:</strong></td><td></td><td>Hiroshi Sagara (http://fellowshipofgamers.elementfx.com/files/hiroshi.html)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong></td><td></td><td>Observation Deck (Aboard The Green Shimmer)</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging:</strong></td><td></td><td>Open</td></tr><tr><td><strong>HP:</strong></td><td></td><td>78</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Effects</strong></td><td></td><td>None</td></tr></tbody></table><hr/><br/>Hiroshi lingered behind, still unsure of how things were going to work out; but for now placing his trust in his friend.  He made his way to the observation deck, where he drew his katana reverently from its scabbard at his side, before sitting down.  Then reaching into one of his pockets, he withdrew a silk cloth, and began polishing the blade.<br/><br/>As the airship pulled out of the Aerodrome, Hiroshi watched the sky open up.   As the skies opened up, Hiroshi commented to himself, "And so this adventure begins... To fame and fortune, as some would have it I suppose."  With a raised eyebrow and a small smirk, the young samurai shook his head.  "But what is to become of our misfortunes?  Can fame and fortune really outweigh, one's dishonor?"  That final thought spoken to himself yet still aloud, brought him pause.<br/><br/>Hiroshi rested his katana across his lap, the silken cloth still in his left hand, wrapped partially about the blade.  His gaze trailed to the shorter sword still resting in its scabbard at his side.<em>No, mere thoughts, even spoken were just that...thoughts, not dishonorable actions.  Thinking and especially questioning oneself, was meant to be used as tools of guidance.  Now, how one used said guidance, that would judge one's honor or dishonor to the code.</em>With a small smile to himself, Hiroshi looked back towards the sky for a moment, before looking back to his katana; the blade his father had given him on his 14th birthday.<br/><br/>His thoughts trailed back to thoughts of his family and home, neither of which he might not see for a while...if ever, with how things were in this whole "mess" with the Archadian government.  With a small sigh, he continued polishing his katana.