<div class="floatright">(http://i58.tinypic.com/97m96r.jpg)</div><br/>Shiori is well-prepared for travel in the chill weather, wearing a straw cloak around her body.  As the day wears on, and grows warmer, she opens it in front.  As it hangs around her neck and down her back, it almost looks like a lion's mane.  She closes the front once again as the sun begins to set.  Despite the slightly unpleasant traveling conditions, her attitude is no worse (or better) than at any other time.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>As they arrive, Shiori frowns, her dark eyes narrowing slightly.  She takes a moment to reach up, her hands redirecting a few escaped strands of hair to her pony tail, before she retrieves the map from her back.  Spreading it wide so that others might see, she studies it for a few moments, then nods.  "Yes.  This is it.  I'm sure of it."  Squinting, she looks up at the sun, her frown deepening slightly.  "Hmmm..."  She murmurs, her forehead crinkling slightly as she considers.  "Perhaps we should wait here a while, and then check in nearby farmhouses.  They may not have wanted to wait outside..."  She finishes doubtfully.  Surely a samurai would not have given up so quickly.  Perhaps they were late?  She casts a suspicious eye over to the ridge concealing the road, her scout training marking it as possible ambush ground.  Hopefully nothing ill had befallen their contact...