He moved with controlled speed, his beige anbu robes muffling any sound his armour would make during his seemingly erratic series of directional changes. His white mask sat firmly against his wrinkled face, a traditional animal visage of the Fire Nation ANBU Corps.
He made his way purposefully towards the Toranno Dojo and egress once more into his wilds. Now that the first of his two messages had been delivered successfully (if you could consider delivery to an incorrect recipient and a completely different message to the one originally intended a success) the second 'message' had his total focus.
At his current rate of progress the old man estimated he would be out of the 'Village Hidden in the Sand' and back into the 'just more sand...' in a matter of minutes...
He made his way purposefully towards the Toranno Dojo and egress once more into his wilds. Now that the first of his two messages had been delivered successfully (if you could consider delivery to an incorrect recipient and a completely different message to the one originally intended a success) the second 'message' had his total focus.
At his current rate of progress the old man estimated he would be out of the 'Village Hidden in the Sand' and back into the 'just more sand...' in a matter of minutes...
