hold the heathen hammer high

His response was short but not sweet nor sour. A simple statement, a matter of fact that he would not deny. Hattori nodded, understanding why the man wished to know. He watched as the dark stranger scaled down the wall so they were both standing at eye level, close enough to narrow the distance between them with a single lunge.

"I know her. She knows my son." Both parts were true, but the second was more than that, certainly, knowing him. "They have markings like me." Making them both kin, in a sense. No doubt in the same way this one would regard those who also spoke his language and understood his culture.