It was quiet, the wind howls and the flags of the clan fly, Tempest the seawing commander looks out to the misty fields, at first she sees nothing but then taiko drums are heard in the distance "Hyōteki! They're planning something I know it!" Tempest yells, the asigaru aim their matchlocks out to the fields toward the sound of the drums. Tempest walks over to you, her lord and samurai, she kneels and kisses your hand "My dear lord, the enemy clan are planning something, do you have orders?"