Zhijiru, forgetting everything about the chicken, thanks to Luca, now wanted more than anything to just eat something good and get drunk. Maybe a chicken of their own. "Let's eat something. I'm starving!" Zhijiru took the sword sling and slung it on his back. The sword was in it's black scabbard and the hilt had engraved designs of white cranes. It wasn't a big sword, just a typical katana. Zhijiru got the rest of his money he had hidden, you know, the ones he kept away from the counter in case he was robbed. It was in a travel bag where the katana was hidden and also wore it against his back. Jiru pointed dramatically down the road. "And thus the party of two begins their journey! The journey to well deserved FOOD!"

Jiru jumped down the side of the wagon, beckoning to Luca to join him.