<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>Bhujerba; Aerodrome (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, just shook his head.  "Let's just hope this 'fan club' of yours, doesn't bring us more than 'free advertising'."  Benoit knew why, Hiroshi was here and while the two were and always been on good terms as friends; the young samurai, wondered how far Benoit was going to try push Hiroshi's limits.  Not that, Hiroshi had ever really openly said anything before, but he had also never gotten involved in anything he never wanted to.  However, now... things were sort of different.<br/><br/>On the one hand, the young samurai owed his friend his life; and had given him a debt of honor.  On the other however, Hiroshi, still had his own honor to preserve; and as a samurai, that was something he couldn't just ignore.  Yet neither, was the seemingly ever changing mood of the young redhead.  Hiroshi shook his head slightly, and returned his thoughts to the business at hand.<br/><br/>"I'm hoping you have a plan for this.  Or well, perhaps you plan on obtaining some more help.  Because, I'll be honest...I'm not exactly the investigative sort.  I can help keep us safe, and even keep blades sharp or make us new ones, given time and the right tools and such.  But, I'm not exactly a tour guide."