The evening chill outside was offset quite nicely by the warm interior of the tea house that Valen was settled into for the next little while. His black hair was down to his mid back and his red eyes perceived his surroundings carefully, always keeping a wary look out even here. His katana, the Blade of Ashes was leaning upon the wall next to his chair, easily within reach. He wore the same style black silk and satin kimono he had worn since he had been coming to the festival with the red sash where his weapon usually sat, snugly secured against him so that it was easily used in combat. However katana did not make for easy sitting when at one’s side, hence its location. Upon his table sat a steaming cup of tea and a plate of dango. One skewer having already been consumed and set upon the plate next to the others.
In one hand sat a book that he was paying close attention to, only looking up when someone entered, left, or moved so that he could refresh his memory of the room’s occupants and what they were doing. The book was titled ‘On Honor’ and the author claimed to have instilled within its pages what it meant to be honorable. Although Valen wasn’t quite understanding the differences between certain scenarios. With a mildly disgusted look on his features he would set the book aside before taking another drink of his tea. Either this book didn’t explain things well enough, or he wasn’t learned enough to really break down and understand what it was trying to say. In either case it was little more than useless to him.
Ever since he had met the Samurai, Oda, he had been trying to learn more upon the subject. As well as try to find another cup of tea that was as good as the one he had made. However thus far he had found himself with little luck in either regard. Idly he sat back and stared off into space, his mind wandering as he considered things. He wanted to speak to someone on the subjects, try to learn more about honor and valor. More about the ‘Samurai’ if he could, as the three terms had seemed entwined together when Oda had spoken of them. Taking a stick of dango up he would take a bite before taking another sip of his tea. It wasn’t as good as the stuff Oda had made, but it still wasn’t bad at all. Idly his gaze would begin to move through the occupants of the room again, committing each of them to memory.
In one hand sat a book that he was paying close attention to, only looking up when someone entered, left, or moved so that he could refresh his memory of the room’s occupants and what they were doing. The book was titled ‘On Honor’ and the author claimed to have instilled within its pages what it meant to be honorable. Although Valen wasn’t quite understanding the differences between certain scenarios. With a mildly disgusted look on his features he would set the book aside before taking another drink of his tea. Either this book didn’t explain things well enough, or he wasn’t learned enough to really break down and understand what it was trying to say. In either case it was little more than useless to him.
Ever since he had met the Samurai, Oda, he had been trying to learn more upon the subject. As well as try to find another cup of tea that was as good as the one he had made. However thus far he had found himself with little luck in either regard. Idly he sat back and stared off into space, his mind wandering as he considered things. He wanted to speak to someone on the subjects, try to learn more about honor and valor. More about the ‘Samurai’ if he could, as the three terms had seemed entwined together when Oda had spoken of them. Taking a stick of dango up he would take a bite before taking another sip of his tea. It wasn’t as good as the stuff Oda had made, but it still wasn’t bad at all. Idly his gaze would begin to move through the occupants of the room again, committing each of them to memory.