ambition? we have it surplus

Lingering on the fringes of the Maze, a brisk wind rattled the trees. It was rare that it snowed here, but when it did it was beyond beautiful, even if only a faint dusting upon the floor. Would soon melt even with the temperatures as chilly as they were. Hattori found himself enjoying the change of scenery, his thoughts quiet and considerate, in a better mood than he had been in what felt like forever. There was much to do and consider as always, even in his own private corner of Auster the wheels never stopped turning.

Though prey had fled north, their Bay was well enough stocked, as were the rice paddies and stores. It would be lean eating for a time, relying on salted meats, but no one would go hungry, of that he had made certain.


"Hattori Hanzō"