Jin was always the type to wear a stoic and calm expression on his face, remembering his training from his uncle. His walk through the Golden Forest a peaceful one as his footsteps echo off of the dirt pathway leading to who knows where. One of his elbows resting on the hilt of his daishō set in the belt of his obi. He typically took walks to clear his mind while also keeping an eye out for any wandering Mongols within the area. Then Jin heard the noises of you coming from somewhere distance.