As the young merchant began to bring out her wares that he had requested, yes... These were certainly familiar. The north-eastern shore of Akitsushima was one such place he once visited while in service of his lord, but those were days long gone. How nostalgic. As he was preparing his coin, soon came the short blade he had requested, a wakizashi. The craftsmanship was unfamiliar to him, but nor was it anything more than just fine craftsmanship from a fine blacksmith. As he slipped it slightly out of it's scabbard to inspect the blade, there were no blemishes or chips, a well-polished blade. It's weight was light, and the steel seemed flexible. Perfect.

As he paid out the amount required, he thanked the young merchant... But he could not help but have some questions.

[color=ed1c24]"So... How is the homeland these days? I have been here many of the my previous years and word or even items from Akitsushima are rare"[/color], he asks. Last he remembered, he was part of a political revolt of sorts, his lord and his lord's house silently cut away. The few survivors of that clan now hopefully still well and kept safe by his former colleagues.