[center][color=orange][h1][b][u]Botan Ichihara[/u][/b][/h1][/color][/center]

"Elder Naginari will see you now."

Those words broke the aged ronin from his meditation that he had gone into while he waited with other warriors. Why he was invited to such a gather he was unsure for he was a ronin, a samurai with no lord or master. Normally ronin would not be trusted for most put there blade to the work of mercenaries or hired thugs turning to crime to earn a living and loosing the path of what it meant to be a samurai, to follow the bushido code. They lost their honor, something that Botan had not lost so perhaps he was different. He pushed the thought aside, it was better to have a clear mind then one that pondered on a question that cannot be answered.

He heard a few whispers out of the other warriors there, mostly the younger warriors. His face remained impassive as he followed his fellow warriors inside, giving a bow to whom he presumed was Elder Naginari. Upon what seemed to be the completion of the first warrior's introduction to the Elder, Botan stepped in with his own.

"It is a privilege to meet. I thank you for allowing this ronin into your home," he stated being truthful on who he was ",I am Botan Ichihara."