You were Lord Toranaga's trusted translator for about six months now. He was currently a guest in the Anjiro village and he asked you to go with him. Today morning you spotted Lord Toranaga near the ship decks, a falcon settled on his hand, which was secured by a thick glove.

"Beautiful, is he not?" His voice was rough as always, his Japanese so elegant. The daimyo looked at you and then back at the falcon, very proud of taming this dangerous bird.