This truly was a strange city indeed, Koji thought to himself. Never before had he seen so little people armed and fit for war. Of course his homeland had it's share of peasants and merchants to, but you couldn't walk through the market without seeing someone armed to the teeth, ready for war. The idea of peace was a somewhat fragile one to the eyes of those in the east. Sure a truce may be declared, or a common enemy would arise, but one thing was certain... War was inevitable. Maybe this is why the proud warrior seemed on edge, his hand shooting to the pommel of his blade in reflex as the door opened beside him. It took only a moment for his nerves to steady as his hand slowly began to fall back by his side, even more so once the visage of a female had ushered through the door.

With an embarrassed shake of his head, he began to ease out of his rigid stance as his armor clattered softly upon the (presumed) stone behind him. In his country, female's were mostly hand maidens and performers, doing their best to keep the lords and populous distracted from their daily routines... However, his eyes soon fell upon her blades at her side and the all too noticable sheen of her armor. This caught the man by surprise as he fell silent, noticing her nod as he returned with one of his own. A fellow man- well woman-at-arms, a rare sight to see in Throne. A woman to earn the honor of carrying a weapon had to have accomplished a great feat, earning the respect and admiration of her fellow clansman... Well at least in his clan. To the south, the 'Krakens' knew all too well the effects of a woman on an unsuspecting man... Assassins and pirates all of them, revealing as much of their flesh as their ambitions when they drove the blade into their victim. Still, this was foreign land, no need to assume the worst.

It was about the time that Koji began to settle beside this strange woman that another form entered the building. A weathered aging man, adorned in nothing but robes and a satchel. Odd... But then again, it seemed that many an oddity was about this evening. Most often those in robes were men of faith- clerics or priests to the gods, but this man held no holy symbols or relics of faith.

This caused Koji to raise a brow beneath his helm, leaning over to the woman as he attempted to whisper to her in the tounge native to this area,

 "[color=00a651]Who is old man?[/color]" his speech clumsy and broken. If his appearance wasn't enough to indicate his foreign nature, his heavy accent would be.

 Only when he leaned in to speak, that the distinct feeling of magic was present, and the glow of her hair had caught his eyes. Come to think of it... This whole town stirred with a subtle essence of magic as he glanced about. The old man contained a hint of it as well, causing Koji to shake his head subtly. Never had he seen a town so ripe with mages. Though he would say nothing, his stance would become more defensive, folding his arms across his chest as he stood in silence.