When the Flames Travel In Search

The sun was high in the skies above the land and it was no better time to walk about the lands in search of a place to stay or at least stock up on supplies. He had just gotten out of a caravan some thirty meters away and could see what appeared to be signs of civilization in the distance which meant people. He had been out here for sometime and had a bag full of different lizards and other small animals that were either food or had some other significance that he could later discern that were given to him by some of the denizens that had given the silent male a ride. As he sat the bag onto his back, he reached into the sides of his Haori to pull out a rather nice looking pipe that he had been given by his previous caretakers, the red and beige pipe being lit only slightly as he continued to walk in silence.

The man who appeared to be in his twenties took small puffs from the pipe as his yellow eyes observed the terrain trying to find something akin to a nice place to set up a shelter, knowing that the odds of gaining asylum in the village or what appeared to be village were low, he would do what he had already been accustomed to- sleeping outside. Currently Nibutani would be wearing his white and red haori with its unique flame embroidery and white hakama with the same design and black shoes, his body bare to the elements as he reached into one of his weapon pouches and pulled out a piece of deer jerky, eating on it before continuing on his way.

A few moments would pass as he came closer to the village, his actual self being far displaced from it so that he didn't pose a threat nor could he be seen which was well thought out by him. HE never heard of the count he had just arrived to, the thoughts of finding out something new about the world outside of the cold tundras of the Iron but...He couldn't help but feel like he had forgotten something. Glancing at a nearby log he moved to sit on it and stare into the distance as he released a small plume of smoke from his mouth,"...".