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11-02-2020, 05:17 PM
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Perhaps his mannerisms and lack of introduction were considered in this part of the world. Hattori hadn't really considered that. His mind was focused on his current task as he bent down a little to secure his end of the wire. He wrapped it around the trunk of the tree, lapping the wire over itself a couple of times before pulling it tight. He stepped back to admire the line, whilst it was easy enough to see from where he stood he doubted the same could be said if he was on the move. Whilst he'd only just met her, he trusted the stranger's expertise and believed her when she claimed to know what she was doing. More than he did anyway.

His ears twitched in interest as she introduced herself and Hattori supposed he ought to do the same. He offered her a polite dip of his head, the same way he'd greet a stranger on the street back in Nippon. Courteous but impersonal. Her name was familiar though and whilst he thought poorly of her for brandishing her stuffy princess title on his face he made no show of it. He stepped over the wire to head back the way they'd come, towards the herd of horses in the distance.

"Hattori, Shinobi of Ashen." He answered her question and left it at that, as was his nature.

The pair soon made their back through the prairie and positioned themselves behind the herd, so they could best steer it towards the trees. His gaze scanned the group of horses, taking note of their general health and well being. From looks alone he couldn't quite tell if there were any weak links in the chain, whether any one horse was weaker than the last. There were a few foals in the mix but given the amount of prep they had put in he hoped they'd snag something a little larger. Something to make the work worthwhile.

Glancing over to Aslatiel, he rolled his shoulders, warding off any lingering stiffness as he prepared to make the move. To get the horses in flight so they could drive them towards their tripwire.


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