"..."
Castle Shirasagi... It was quite removed from the small shrine Azama had called home many a year before he took to wandering more frequently than not.
He'd been as surprised as any - if not more so - to find himself summoned here. That redheaded girl he'd saved back in the mountain... she sure had done a fine job of uprooting life as he knew it. If the monk were vexed by such an idea, however, he didn't show it. He hummed quietly as he went... then stopped.
A tingling sensation at the nape of his neck. A careful glance over his shoulder. The slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth... He was no longer alone, it seemed.
"Well, hello there!” Far too much enthusiasm for it to be a wholly genuine sentiment... probably. A pause. That same blithe - yet searching - smile as always: the one the castle residents would eventually come to know and love so very much. “Was there something you needed, friend?”
