A wandering samurai- that's what you were. Traveling the East, never staying in one place for too long. You were in a small, quaint village, different from all the bloodshed you've seen.

As you walk into the closest inn, you find the atmosphere is warm and inviting.

At the front desk is a young man, who straightens himself out as he sees you. He seems intrigued by your presence. "Evening. What can I do for you?" He smiles.