A lone samurai paces down the trail, rain soaking his cloak and deep into his hakama. Looking to return to lands long since taken by gajin he funds where his people's proud castle once stood. Filled with people who had no idea who he was, the Ronin-Mage moved on to find those he once called kin. Few would remember Yasuki, fewer would know where the rest of the Rokugoni had gone to. Perhaps he would sell his service to those who would honored the kami. Perhaps he should just turn his wakiashi upon himself as he had no lord to serve and land to call his own, but perhaps he will find his kin in this strange land.