The Day of Thunder

"And what would be the ultimate goal of this knowledge? Pure academic interest, recreating their natural environments in other lands, maybe attempting cross pollination of compatible species?" Enrou tapped his lips with the tip of his pipe as he waited to hear the answer.

"Ahh... So that's it. I suppose it explains quite a bit," he says with a nod. "Anything in particular you're looking to learn?"

"My wife went insane. She murdered our children and tried to kill me," he said, then took a long pull on his pipe and exhaled slowly. "I'm glad some of them are doing something about it, at least. I didn't realize my reputation had spread so much."

"We can relate in the sense of our tribes not being passionate about keeping us. I didn't follow after the rest of them in the first place; I can't speak to the Kami so they didn't have much regard for me. I finally left the forest when my family passed. All of them at once, extremely unpleasantly,"...

Enrou found some flint and tinder and struck up a pipe as he grabbed the tea kettle and poured some for each of them. "Can't say I've been there. Lived over in the Tribe of Isawa before I came here."

"What did you say your name was?"

"Yeah, I was fucking with you," he said with some amusement. "Though trying to barge in is pretty rapidly diminishing your chances of getting knowledge." He stepped back, though, kicking off his shoes as he stepped up off the stone floor of the entrance and onto the wood, opening the door to reveal ...

Now that he looks closer, he can see a tattoo on the man's neck, but it's not Togashi's style. It almost looks like the style seen on some of the cloth the Ratlings were trading down in North-North Mountain city. He narrows his eyes at Reo again, making him seem like he might be a little nearsighted...

There's a long wait, at least a few minutes, before he hears footsteps. The door slides open to reveal a man who... his age is hard to determine. The bags under his eyes and his hair being shot through with white in streaks suggests at least middle age, but his face is remarkably young. "Sickness, i...

Enrou The village healer. As one of those unnamed many who followed the Kami and the Empire's heroes into the Shadowlands, Enrou has seen things that no one should ever seen. He left a changed man, with persistent tiredness and difficulty sleeping. The village headwoman invited him here, and he's f...