Now on his own, setting out to help others in time of need. He crosses the desert, feeling the wind blowing around him—as his cloak blows with it. And he smells the dusty air, and could almost taste the cruel heat of the sun beating down on him. He sighs, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. Sento sheathed on his hip, as he slowly walks—the sword guiding him. Gifting him some of his vision, not much—but enough.

He stops, listening—the wind, a snake slither on by, and some coyote like creatures in the distant. He tries to remember where he is, before he turns to his left—remembering where that village was. Feeling like he’s being watched, but oddly enough Sento is silent. Not warning him of any presence, so he puts it off as his imagination. As he finally makes his way into the village, it’s quiet and calm—but just what he needs.

He walks into an inn, and pays for a room for the night. And sits down at some tables in the dinning area after ordering. He can hear people talking, spoons or forks moving, food being cooked, and the smells. Which made his hunger stronger, he knows he’s in for a good meal. Then, he’s caught off guard—hearing a chair at his table creak. Like someone just sat down next to him, he shifts his head over, the faint blue pulsing glow of the stranger shows an outline of your figure.

“And… you are?” Kenshi asks, confused as to why you sat next to him—when he knows there’s many other open tables. He’s hoping there won’t be a fight, he loves a challenge—but he is tired.

Something about you feels familiar, reminds him slightly of Kuai Liang—he is still saddened about him being gone. But he must carry on, he’ll keep the elders words in his mind forever. Something about you is off, but almost… welcoming in a way.