The sun was still slowly rising up into the near clear-blue sky. It wasn't even midday yet and there was a man sitting at the tavern drinking sake. Actually he had nearly polished off a whole bottle by himself. The owner didn't seem to mind though, since he was getting coin at the end of the day. So long as no trouble brewed and no fights broke out. There should not be any worry of that, after all, the one who was drinking the sake was blind. What could a blind man do if he managed to get into trouble? A subtle wooden creak came from the stool upon which the silver-haired man sat as he adjusted his position, wanting to remain comfortable for as long as possible. It was a couple hours walk to the city from here, perhaps longer for the blindfolded man. That all depended on whether he'd encounter any ruffians wanting to 'take the load' off of a poor blind man's shoulders. That was something to worry about later on though. The tall yet slender man didn't seem to be in any rush to leave this peaceful location just yet.

The songbirds in the nearby trees continued to chirp their merry song and the sound of distance hoes digging the earth across the road in the farms, added to this relaxing melody. There was the rustling of leaves within the warm breeze and the dusty footsteps of travellers and soldiers heading up and down the road.
[color=teal]”A man could get too comfortable here...”[/color]
The blind man mumbled to himself as he brought both his scarred arms up before his chest and crossed them over one another. He wriggled his toes within his metal boots, tapping his toenails against the roof of them a couple of times. Sounds of footsteps grew louder and the scraping of wooden stools told the silver-haired stranger that more guests had arrived to the tavern and had taken a table nearby. Sounded like there was three of them, all male, all young, perhaps not even in their twenties yet. The blind man slowly turned his head to angel an ear in their direction and listened in on their conversations, mostly which revolved around 'wanting to be more then farmers' and along the lines of 'wanting to prove themselves as something better!'.

[color=teal][i]A pity the war has already ended. You may have been able to make a name for yourselves there.[/i][/color]
Thought the stranger as he returned to facing his own table. His original sake bottle was still on the table and had about two cups left in it, but he seemed to be waiting for something. A small sniff of his nostrils told the blind man that food had been ordered. Rabbit with vegetables. Very nice. It was almost enough to make a man's mouth water, but the silver-haired stranger did nothing of the sort. Instead, his senses had picked up something much more interesting. He had trouble hiding the subtle grin on his face, but managed to succeed in keeping his expression stoic for now.
[color=teal][i]I knew you'd be here sooner or later. Like a child's kite, once you catch the wind, you can never let go...[/i][/color]
A fresh pair of footsteps were drawing closer and closer, but unlike those of the peasants, the soldiers or the tradesmen, these feet carried something far heavier then armour or wares. An objected blocked out the warm sun, covering the blind man in shadow. But he didn't move at all, save for his chest raising and falling with slow breathes through his nose and his hair softly swaying within the breeze that danced past. That breeze also brought about a... well, a rather unusual stench.

The blindfolded man tilted his head the smallest fraction, but it was in the direction of the tavern as he heard the sounds of the waitress returning to his table. Her footsteps stuttered for just a second, as she paused when seeing a new stranger standing beside the table which sat the blindfolded man. She had been wondering why he had asked her for a second cup when he was clearly drinking alone, but now seeing this new figure, it made sense.
[color=green][i]Oh, he was expecting company? Why is this man dressed so different though? He looks like he's been sleeping in the forests over inside a bed...[/i][/color]
The pretty young woman kept her thoughts to herself though as she reached the blind man's table. She placed down a small circular wooden tray which sat the new sake bottle and a fresh cup. Bowing in thanks, the blind man turned her way and returned the gesture, though his was more a nod of the head. In silence, the silver-haired stranger reached for the fresh sake bottle and poured a cupful into the clean cup. He then placed the bottle down and filled his own cup up with the first bottle he had been drinking from. 

Picking up the second cup, he placed it on the table opposite him with care and precision before he returned his hands to his lap, sitting with back straight and head forwards. Again, there was only silence from the blindfolded man for what felt like several minutes, before he eventually let out a sigh and tilted his head towards the man who continued to cast a shadow over him.
[color=teal]”I don't know what could be keeping you on guard so much, but you're making the place look untidy.”[/color]
The blind man, known as Nomi Yanimura to very few people, sniffed a couple of times and actually 'looked' up towards the face of the stranger blocking the sun from him. Under his blindfold, his right brow could be seen raising, his facial expression shifting to one of concern.
[color=teal]”You been sleeping rough my old friend?”[/color]
Nomi's concern shifted to a sneer as quickly as a man could blink.
[color=teal]”Did your woman kick you out again?”[/color]
Soft chuckling escaped his lips as he 'looked' back down to the table before him, picking up his own cup in both hands, nodding his head to the stool opposite him.
[color=teal]”Sit down and drink with me! Today is a day can celebrate!”[/color]