<div class="floatleft">(http://i78.photobucket.com/albums/j88/zavaelduauram/Minamoto_no_Yoritomo_by_el_grimlock_zpsf0915a81.jpg)</div>Yoru bowed from the waist in response and rose to open the door for her.  He lets himself watch the woman go -- she had dressed to impress, and with the business of the job offer concluded, it felt like a shame to allow it to go without fully observing the... care, she had put into it.<br/><br/>At length, when the sound of her footsteps had passed outside of the small inn, Yoru let a breath go and turned his attention to gathering the few belongings he had in preparation for departure.  He had enough coin on hand to ensure he wouldn't be starving on the way -- there was no telling what his guide would be willing to share -- while he knew how to settle accounts and do the basic math to terminate things with this village, it was always something of a bother to have to do so...<br/><br/>Still, bright and early the next morning, Yoru packed and prepared his belongings for travel: daisho polished and saya shining, a large axe hanging off of his shoulder, armored up -- easier to wear than to carry -- and his traveling pack ready to go as he went to meet the young geisha woman outside the inn.<br/><br/>It was time for the wave man to roll on.