His fear clouded his mind and his judgement, his paranoia pushing aside reason. And the small bits of his ramblings she did attach to only fed his delusions. "I knew it. You are here to claim our spirits. Daughter of Jigoku, I will take the dishonor, but I was following the whims of another. The source of my misdeed, the man who recommend we hide the bodies, he should return soon. As he speaks there is rustling in the trees and another man emerges from nearby bushes, rubbing his hands on his pants.<br/><br/>"So, you've got yourself a live one. Was she part of the cargo?" This man is about twice the size, not fat, not fit, just large.  He was dirtier, but his wounds were superficial. He is also clearly clanless, a ronin. And the conversation thus far paints him as a bandit rather than a bodyguard.