Honesty. Courage. Compassion. Courtesy. Sincerity. Duty. Honor. In Rokugan, these are more than simply words. The night by the river had been strange... the rough stream making all sorts of noises, fireflies bobbing in the air. For those few camped nearby, it had been frustrating to sleep at all. The thought of the cruel bandits that slaughtered the people of Renga Murai still fresh on the minds of those gathered, and the knowledge of a hometown being the next target hastened their steps. The note found on the body of a bandit lieutenant still burned with the name of the Forbidden Kami - Fu Leng... and the dark obsidian spider - the same spider mark left on the body of Kiyoshi's master as he lay assassinated, safely in the hands of the ratling, Roppu. Rushing to the aid of her homeland, the Unicorn Samurai Ryoko urged the party on, aided by the Lion Samurai Kiyoshi. The foreigner with the Hawk emblazoned on his shield, filled in on the events during the night, also came to aid the group. Now beyond Lion lands, the group rushes to the aid of Egami Mura - The village specializes in breeding tough ponies and horses for the Emperor, and the prized horses of the Unicorn clan. The bandit-horse below her was not the same as the mighty steeds of the Battle Maidens... though it was better than on foot. Dark clouds gather in the distance - a coming storm. The crackle - rolling thunder clearly moving across the fields, rippling the tall grass as it passed... ----- Roppu was nervous. Her cover as a human long gone, the young ratling stayed quiet, observing the three samurai she traveled with. The fur stood up on the back of her neck. If at any point she stopped being useful, or just angered one of these three enough, they would be completely within their right to kill her. Both the horse-samurai and the beast-samurai displayed fiery tempers, and Roppu had no want to fire the flames... doubly with the horse-samurai in such a state. Teeth chattering slightly (more out of fear than cold), she walked quickly to keep up with the trotting horse. She drew a glance at the gaijin samurai - the foreigner. Offering him a small smile, she changed her pace to walk next to him. She attempted several motions, asking "Your home"... followed by "what". A broken way of asking him what his home was like. She had never left Renga Murai once she got there, let alone considered places outside of Rokugan... and the man dressed so oddly.