Meanwhile, Kanesada slept comfortably enough, unaware of the current situation outside his door. Or perhaps a few doors down. Everything had been quiet enough and so nothing had woken him, not even when Licyn let himself into the room. Maybe it was simply because everything in this little rest stop of theirs was familiar to him, as Japanese as he suspected they were going to get, so it was easy to fall asleep. Maybe his self-appointed task of teaching kendo to any of the inn's boarders left him suitably tired at the end of the day. Maybe Kanesada just liked getting his beauty rest.

Though beauty rest might be a subjective term for Licyn, considering Kanesada wasn't to be found sleeping in a normal position, but rather diagonally across the futon, one of his bare legs sticking out, and his hair an inky mess of tendrils across the floor. Truly, quite a different image from the one he presented to the rest of the waking world.