"Hmmm...I do believe some common courtesy is in order when one requests something from another", came the soft but firm reply from behind Ffamran sil Vadris. Sitting cross-legged in the snow, eyes closed and hands on his knees, was an old man. He appeared well over sixty, definitely much older than any of the others in the ravaged town, and looked withered and frail, wearing multiple layers of ample clothing that hid away his body and made him seem even smaller to the eye. He was also exceedingly calm, his breathing rhythmic and controlled, and as he sat with firm, unbending posture he did not appear to be bothered by the cold in the slightest.

"Not referring to others as dogs would be a start, along with a simple introduction. Sho Tenshin of Hakugawa, at your service", he continued unperturbed, finally opening his eyes to reveal them faded and clouded by age. The Ageless Master's short meditation on what he had experienced and the task at hand had borne little fruit, leaving him with many questions. He had died at peace, had he not? Or had he wanted something more? Did he want peace or was this what he truly sought, ever greater adventures to test himself? Had he failed to attain the peace of beyond and if so, was it forever out of his grasp? Questions for another time and another place.

Sighing, Sho Tenshin took stock of the situation and admitted to himself that did not know what to do. He did not know where he was and he only had vague ideas on who some of his companions might be, tales from lands distant to his own, it was all too strange. So he decided to try to clear his mind and focus on the moment, as had often been his way in life. As was often his way in life. As a gesture of goodwill to start, he removed his haori jacket and offered it to Ffamran folded in outstretched arms. "Still, this is no weather to be dressed as you are. Please, take my jacket at least, I assure you I am well protected from the cold".