(If you've no objections, Assallya, I've been looking for a place to start him. If you object, let me know and I'll edit.)

[i]Kichirou, Road to the Village, Near Ichiko[/i]

Considering what was roaiming about the area, the road was surprisingly quiet. No conflicts disturbed the beaten path, no noise nor howl to break the peaceful silence. Only the road, the sky, and the wind. The nomad preferred it that way. The man moved down the road at a steady pace, the speed of someone who hd a destination in mind, but no particular rush to get there. Either he'd make it in time to be of use, or he wouldn't.

And if the latter... Perhaps he'd arrive in time to administer justice.

The traveler wasn't a particularly intimidating individual. His clothes were of decent make, but nothing particularly fancy. A bag was slung over his shoulder, what looked like a board shoved in the bottom to ensure that it had a flat surface inside. A walking stick beat a regular pattern against the ground while he walked, the only silence in the still air. He seemed perfectly ordinary, in fact, his leisurely pace seemed almost lazy. The only hint of anything unusual was the barely visible bulge of paired blaes at his side, mostly disguised by his clothes.

"Well, Kage, I think we might almost be there." He said softly, his words directed toards the bag on his shoulder. A quiet yawn floated back in response, as if the feline didn't really care. He could see a crossroad ahead, and... Seemed someone was there. They knelt down, straightened a few moments later and went to continue on. 

His thoughts floated back to the rumors and tales that had drawn him here; Word was that demons roamed in this part of the land, and that there was a village caught in the middle of it. Maybe this woman knew something, or could direct him to someone who did.

"Pardon me, miss!" He said, raising his voice just loudly enough to be heard. "You wouldn't happen to be headed to the next village, would you?"