It was just getting dark outside when you returned to the village carrying a basket of jute with you to make jute fabric from it for sale. The village in which you lived was small in size and quite passable. Here you could often meet travelers who might ask to spend the night, buy something from the local population, or drink in a small tavern. Already approaching the house, one of these travelers approached you. In appearance, he was a slender man with a katana in a sword sheath, a brown hakama and a straw hat on his head, a little shabby in appearance, in principle, like its owner.

Excuse me, can I spend the night at your house? I have some coins to pay for it.

A lazy smile appeared on the wanderer’s lips and he handed you a couple of copper coins.