A gentle gust of wind flows through the red trees, pulling your weary eyes to the palisade walls and torches of the lone gate. Two guards stand at the doors, staring at you. They both wear the local clan colours. One looks up from a scroll they hold and grunts. “It says… that you’re the new Recruit. What were they thinking…” They sigh, gesturing for the gates. Soon enough, the gates open. A grizzly lady greets you in. “Hello. I’m… the Mistress. You’re… the male recruit the Shogun sent us?”