Rotoha (tea house)

After long weeks of travel a young man by the name of Favesh Hilim arrives at the The Dew Leaf right before dusk. Exhausted and withered from many sleepless nights, afflicted by sea sickness aboard a ram-shackled vessel, Favesh greets and introduces himself to Jun as cordially as he could muster before nearly collapsing on the unfortunate man.
Noticing the clear weakness of the foreigner, Jun quickly catches him despite Favesh smelling faintly of vomit and eases him onto a cushion next to a vacant table. Jun offers Favesh a small cup of tea, unfamiliar with this particular beverage Favesh accepts and takes a small sip. Immediately Favesh nearly spits the drink out on the table before turning to Jun and snapping, "what is this, dirt water? Did you get this from the pond outside?". Instantly Favesh realizes that he is abusing the mans hospitality, apologizes for his rudeness and asks if he could just have a room and a meal with normal water, none of that... other stuff.

Favesh takes an apprehensive bite of the rice balls and after a short delay devours the remaining ones, relieved the rice had a less "unique" flavor in comparison to the tea. Favesh through stuffed mouth garbles a few words in reply to the man, "Key-ya-ku... sama? Whats that, oh, no im not from anywhere around here." Favesh swallows the last of the rice and chugs the water like water on dry earth. "Im not really from anywhere. My people... well... what used to by my people are wanderers from a far away desert, traveling from oasis to village to oasis offering up talented hunters in exchange for supplies. All from my homeland know of the prowess of my tribes hunters as warriors, bodyguards and guides through an inhospitable land and offer a veritable fortune for even a small cadre of them, but enough about that place, I was invited to these lands in order to join some "Sho-can Soo-roo" brotherhood or something like that." Favesh starts thinking as hard as he can for the name of the place he was supposed to seek in the commoners quarter but to no avail. "Say, i cant recall what im supposed to do now that im here. Surly you might have some insight on this." Favesh laughs nervously wishing to the gods that this man, Jun, would be able to guide him to his next objective. Lest he be lost in a foreign land with no money other than the the few
silver coins in his pocket that he is not sure is even accepted here or a grasp of the local language.

Not understanding what Kyaku-sama means, Favesh tries to clarify to Jun as if he were five. "No, no, my name isnt kyaku-sama, I already told you... its Favesh, f-a-v-e-s-h, Favesh Hilim. You say there are already some people here for the same reason as I, are they natives or foreigners like me? Also why exactly are people being recruited. All I know is some names and some vague comments about regaining honor and some nonsense like that from some pamphlet i came across." Favesh doubted the inn keeper would be able to answer the questions in any meaningful detail, but figured there couldn't be any harm in doing so.

There is a popular axiomatic saying that one should not judge a book by its cover. It means to say appearances can be deceiving, that one should be judgemental when first meeting another. Telemachon would instantly disprove such a theory to the owners of the Rotoha tea house. The brute with a scarred baby-face walked with sparks kicking up from every other step. He was hunched one moment like a sewer mutant and bolder than heroes of old another. He muttered incoherently to himself, twitching senselessly and at some point let out a fierce roar with his arms thrown out wide to either side. 

As he reached the tea house he invited himself in, not bothering to wipe the suspiciously red dirt on his boots. He held up a paper that was also suspiciously red-brown and without much care if anyone asleep began to shout in the common tongue: "I have received this here letter. It offers to return the fallen to grace by lord...." At this point Telemachon stopped, seeing a hole in the paper. "Whoever this redeeming Lord is, I shall offer him my services." He finished somewhat lamely, but with a growl nevertheless.

The entry of the... man, brought about a very harsh reaction from those that were present. The few that were in the tea house and seated for the evening for refreshment were seriously taken aback and offended all in one instance. Two guests opted to leave their meals and quickly turn in to their rooms for the evening. Very rushed and frantic chatter bubbled up in the once quiet establishment, and the two daughters that were serving. The girls shrieked and fled back into the kitchens, bringing the mother to poke her head out in haste.

She saw the creature at the door as he produced the decree in hand, and began to rant. Her tongue was not Common but something a little more rustic and native, but her angry eyes and pointed gestures said enough to tell anyone that she was very much unhappy.

It was only when her husband arrived that she was able to calm down after much of his coaxing, before he uneasily turned to his recent... guest. He swallowed hard, and carefully took the flyer from the man to look it over - very uneasy at the state it was in. Another glance up and down of the newcomer made him all the more nervous, but at least this... this man wasn't acting like the monster he seemed.

"A-Ah... yes. Kyaku-sama. Um... we-we are serving dinner. Are you... are you hungry?" he inquired, trying his best to smile.

His smallest child, the young boy, appeared behind the towering giant with washed linens and stared all the way up to the back of the man's head. He was scary... Papa had always taught him that if something bad happened or if he was in trouble and needed help, to go find help. He was scared, and dropped the towels on the floor as he tore out the door and yelled for help until he could find a guard or policeman.

The man, finished one of the Dango sticks and spoke with an apparent bit of annoyance, "Misha..."

The girl closed her eyes and sighed, "Yes. yes." She opened them, stood and took a couple of steps toward the stranger. She spoke very plainly and as clearly as she could, "Sir, I must ask for your patience. In order to give time for others to answer the call we are waiting another month and a half before we present you and your fellows to Haitaka-sama."

Temporary sanity seeps into the brute, his broad shoulders sagging in dismay. Telemachon swiped up the  paper and stared at it momentarily before scraping off some of the suspicious red-brown upon it with a black clad finger. 

Both his hands went to his face, the palms dragging down with his fingers making bloody red lines. "And yet in waiting I am tormented more!" He cried, followed by a single long sob. "Can this lord not make use of a free asset?" He wailed in pained stupefaction. 

Heavy breathing came from the newcomer, as he considered what was said to him. "Yes... yes a trial. Yes I can accomplish the whatever feats are placed before me. I am prepared for this... now." The words came I n the same rasp as they did when he first entered, but now holding a measure more of calm and less of over-stimulation. By now, the cuts on his face had all but healed.