Sousuke took Raizo and his attendant into the tower. It was a bit of a walk, but at least Raizo could see what made up the village. He would see several tall steel structures, he would see merchant stands, he would see just a few things that made up the village. When they entered the tower the sun was beginning to set. The Steward would take him into the dining room. He would have the two seated and he would then disappear for a moment. He would return with a platter. The platter had several cold cut meats, vegetables, and a pitcher of water. He would place down the platter and prepare two plates. He would also pour two glasses of water and push them forward. "Apologies. I am not a great cook, it's something that never caught on in terms of my ... extensive skill set. Lord Kuro is a far better cook that I am, but he is not ... always accessible."<i></i> There was something different to be said about the Steward. He did not call for someone to attend them, instead it was he who attended them. He was upfront about his flaw.
The Steward would remove his cloak and put it on the chair. He would take a seat not close, but not distant from Raizo and his attendant. He would turn his head away from the moment and he would remove parts of his helmet. Raizo could see some of the inner workings, but he would not see the metallic skeleton that was beneath the full the full helmet. The Steward leaned back into his chair and his eyes would go blank for a moment. His eyes were simply black and were not glowing. He would then remove the faceplate to his helmet and reveal the visage of a metallic skeletal face. He would place the faceplate down and remove the edges around it. The eyes would then proceed to glow a low white. It was a more personable moment for the Steward, but people were getting used to it. The Steward did not eat in a traditional sense, but he still understood the need for it.
"Should I gather more nourishment, or will this suffice?"<i></i> Sousuke would fold his fingers together and once again lean back into his chair. "You have a story for me, and now we have the time to recollect it. This is the first time a Ryuzaki has been in Sungakure since... well, it's been far too long."<i></i> Sousuke had knowledge of the clan. They remained in Sora for a long time. They were close to the Diamyo. The Steward did not know how close the relationship was, but he suspected that they were ... not in the deepest circle of trusts. Sousuke was suspect of a few things. He had not been in politics for over twenty years without knowing a thing or two. The youth though, he suspected, was an innocent in certain regards.
The Steward would remove his cloak and put it on the chair. He would take a seat not close, but not distant from Raizo and his attendant. He would turn his head away from the moment and he would remove parts of his helmet. Raizo could see some of the inner workings, but he would not see the metallic skeleton that was beneath the full the full helmet. The Steward leaned back into his chair and his eyes would go blank for a moment. His eyes were simply black and were not glowing. He would then remove the faceplate to his helmet and reveal the visage of a metallic skeletal face. He would place the faceplate down and remove the edges around it. The eyes would then proceed to glow a low white. It was a more personable moment for the Steward, but people were getting used to it. The Steward did not eat in a traditional sense, but he still understood the need for it.
"Should I gather more nourishment, or will this suffice?"<i></i> Sousuke would fold his fingers together and once again lean back into his chair. "You have a story for me, and now we have the time to recollect it. This is the first time a Ryuzaki has been in Sungakure since... well, it's been far too long."<i></i> Sousuke had knowledge of the clan. They remained in Sora for a long time. They were close to the Diamyo. The Steward did not know how close the relationship was, but he suspected that they were ... not in the deepest circle of trusts. Sousuke was suspect of a few things. He had not been in politics for over twenty years without knowing a thing or two. The youth though, he suspected, was an innocent in certain regards.