Desperado

Raijin’s name was called into the air and he stopped in his tracks, turning around to face whoever had called him. A young male clad mostly in white but with the telltale koi splatterings approached him and the diplomat struggled to fit a name to the face. It took a moment, but it finally popped into his head. “Hikaru? Did you finish your training already?” he asked with a good natured, albeit slightly confused grin. It was a good thing the man never forgot a face or else this interaction could have gone much worse. Though, it probably would have been understandable considering the pair had only met perhaps two or three times.

”Yes, I’ve joined Ashen with Hattori. I’d thought he was dead, but it seems there are surprises around every corner, such as seeing you in Armada,” he commented, hoping to pry some information out of him as to why he was in the affiliate pack instead of under the fallen prince.