It was nearing night now, and a heavy silence filled the air, oppressive and heavy. While many sounds tried to fill it, the chirp of birds, the low din of people walking and talking, the sluggish refused to yield for long. Atop the roofs, comfortably drowning in the silence, was the son and heir of the Rengō. It wasn’t particularly difficult to get to this roof, the walls of the building were crumbling, leaving hand and foot holds practically begging to be used. He hadn’t climbed the wall for the sake of climbing of course, he had come here to admire the treasure he had found, scavenging around the ruined keep of his family.
Held in both hands, was the iconic cabasset of the Rengō, tall and elegantly sloping into a fine point, with a narrow and tapering brim with simple scrollwork along the top. Turning over the simple steel helmet, he pondered if he should put it on, the owner was long gone by now, likely dead even. It was his birthright, yet he was beginning to doubt himself, the very reason he had come here. Brushing his fingers along the brim, he placed the helmet tenderly on the ground, resigned to simply dwell on the thought. No doubt he’d make his mind up soon, for now he would simply think on the issue.
Held in both hands, was the iconic cabasset of the Rengō, tall and elegantly sloping into a fine point, with a narrow and tapering brim with simple scrollwork along the top. Turning over the simple steel helmet, he pondered if he should put it on, the owner was long gone by now, likely dead even. It was his birthright, yet he was beginning to doubt himself, the very reason he had come here. Brushing his fingers along the brim, he placed the helmet tenderly on the ground, resigned to simply dwell on the thought. No doubt he’d make his mind up soon, for now he would simply think on the issue.