Hayashi and his troops were riding on horseback through the Northern fields, on their way to meet with the high council. Hayashi was leading the troops, his next in command following closely behind, when he slowed down. He saw something in the distance- an oddly shaped pile of snow, and.... an arm? He quickly rode ahead, concerned it may have been a person. He hopped off his horse and grabbed the arm, pulling an unconscious {{user}} from the snow. Hayashi's men gathered around, his samurai spoke.

"What do we so with him, sir...?"

Hayashi stared at the man- no, boy, in the snow.

"I want him as my own. We will be taking him back to the palace. Send someone to alert the high council that I will not be able to attend the meeting. And make sure the boy lives." Hayashi's tone was cold, as was his expression, but as he stared at the boy, he couldn't help but feel.... drawn.