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Nephish rose from within the shade of his palanquin and slithered through the curtains that obscured him from view, his lidless eyes taking in the gorgeous scenery, marred somewhat by the sight of the dead tired and questionably equipped revolutionaries gawking at his contingent.

Standing at their head was a man with white hair, in armor remarkably dissimilar from those being worn by the other. It was fortunate that his appearance was so out of place, because, as far as Nephish was concerned, most humans looked functionally identical.

Nephish nonchalantly approached the man, his private guard following close behind, urumi in hand.

[color=00746b]"So, you must be that samurai fellow, eh? I've heard good things about you. I'll expect a [i]lot[/i]."[/color] Nephish said, mostly seriously.