Jiro bowed as well, trifle shallower then the other Bushi, straightening easily afterward. He couldn't insult the Daidoji, but he wouldn't play willing hound for the man. He was here because his clan asked it, not because of any inherent belief in the Great Clans. Jiro was a Hare through and through, and disdained the games of politics that the Great Clans played. The letter at his waist reminded him that they weren't the only ones doing so...<br/><br/><em>No good will come of that line of thought.</em><br/><br/>"I'll set my things down, and then see to my duties. Daidoji-Sama."<br/><br/>Jiro followed the Heichi and the Sparrow immedietely, his face flat as he entered the Barracks. He tossed his bags on one of the beds, pausing only to pull free his Quiver and return it to his back, before exiting. He did not plan to unpack. It would only delay his departure once this nonsense was done.