Name: Saiga Seto“Hey Granny. Good to see that the seasons are treating you well.”
Title: Arch-Priest of the Divine Church of Hakkin
Occupation: Warrior, Sage, Primary Leader of the Church of Hakkin
said a warm voice as a red haired man walked into the room. Despite the rather irreverent way he had addressed the lady superior his tone was one of affection.
This was the Arch-Priest Saiga, the leader of the Church of Hakkin. It was rare for him to leave the monestary up in the mountains that was their headquarters but when he you knew it was for some serious business.
He wasn’t even half Mora’s age but the two had a long history together. Mostly one of clashing ideologies but occasional they where willing to put aside their differences and work together if the cause was right. He wouldn’t call them friends but he considered her a worthy rival and someone worthy of his respect and at times even admiration.
It was funny how despite knowing of one another for so long was their first time meeting in the flesh. All prior correspondence having been through letters or intermedaries never in person. It was humbling to him that desipte rumors to the contray to see first hand how pretty Mora still was despite her advanced age. The years truely had been kind on her.
He wondered idly what she had summoned him her to talk about, knowing it wouldn’t be something as pleasant as simply chatting about the weather. If only things could be that simple then they wouldn’t butt heads against each other so often. He’d heard that one of the three vestals, the priestess next into authority in the church as him to him was getting along swimmingly with one of Mora’s most promising disciples.
Well maybe they could stand to learn something from those youngsters. If they could get along maybe their was still hope for the rest of the two churches to cooperate long term instead of merely tolerating the existence of each other most of the time.
With his fancy red robes and fake horns Saiga looked every bit the wise sage he was hoped to live up to be. The only weapon he had on him, a Tachi that swung from the back of his belt was anything but ceremonial. He was every bit the warrior as he was a priest and while he’d been willing to leave his guards at the door he’d insisted on keeping his sword with him. Being armed was a symbol, a way for followers of the divine dragon to show they where ready to defend their land and it’s people at any time.
The red war paint on his face similar to what Ryuko often wore crinkled as he flashed Mora a smile before plopping himself down at in the chair opposite of her. “So what’s on the agenda today My lady? Is their another group of bandits in need of our enlightenment?”
he asked recalling the last time they had joined forces to wipe out one particularly nasty group of thugs and Ne'er-do-wells that had been trafficking in drugs and worse children.
Saiga had helped to round them up and Mora…. well she did what she did best to them. Saiga shuddered a bit at their fate preferring not to think on it too deeply. In the end they had simply got what was coming to them even if it had been a bit more… messy then he would have preferred.