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02-06-2021, 07:24 PM (This post was last modified: 02-06-2021, 07:36 PM by Hanzō.)

p.s this thread really takes place in the archipelago. it really do.

Though Hattori had not sustained any injuries in the raid he knew the same could not be said for all. There was still much to be done within Ashen but the Shogun knew better than to push too hard too soon, and thus had made arrangements for those who had not been present to take up more duties for the time being. Just until all had returned to how it ought to be. Pondering over his notes, Hattori raised his head as a call summoned him from outside the palace depths. He nudged his parchment aside as he rose to his paws and made his way down the meandering tunnel till he stepped out into the daylight, Inu sand beneath his paws.

Before him stood Lynvarr and though Hattori was not the best at reading people he sensed there was something troubling him.

"Lynvarr." He greeted the samurai with an aloof yet still polite tone, befitting of his well earned station. He did not nudge the man into speaking his mind, knowing full well he would say his piece in due time.



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