[IRP] When Strength is All You Have Left, Is That Strength All You Need?

[WyvernSlayer]

Satsume nodded in appreciation as he received the match, then flashed his hand in dismissal as the man commented on the approaching rain. "Just a quick hit," he replied. As he lit up his pipe, the man spoke of his thoughts on the situation:

"A city of this size should rightly be deafening around the market squares, but they're not. What are these cursed nobles up to now?"

Hoo boy, Satsume thought, sighing inaudibly as Orica whirled around and brought her spear up to face the stranger.


"I assure you this is not the work of House Tania," she hissed. "There is something more fowl at work and I intend to unearth the source of this oddity."

At this point, the stranger seemed a bit put off, so Satsume intervened. "She's like that sometimes," he said. "Don't take it personally." He puffed a cloud of smoke, which hung in the air around him. It was certainly going to rain soon.

"Are you from around here?" Satsume asked the man. "Do you know how long it's been like this?" He was asking partly out of curiosity, and partly because he thought maybe Orica could glean some information from the stranger's answer. He took another hit from his pipe and peered down through the alley. A short ways away, the peaks of Castle Tania loomed overhead. Maybe it was just the rain clouds, but something about that view gave Satsume the chills.