Tempest of the Sands

Well Haku was correct indeed, the train was definitely busy with patrons getting on at stop, he had found himself a seat, but despite this one, the train was too loud and he wasn’t quite comfortable with the crowd he was around, so he decided to move to a different cart, that way he could maybe find a seat, and perhaps even get around a crowd that wasn’t as loud, or seemed as creepy. As he did so, Temaki crawled her way back on his shoulder and watched the people as they passed. ...

The call was something unexpected of the normal residents of Brookfell, he had packed some supplies and was staying in Ethermoor for the past few days, waiting for the next set of instructions. What were they supposed to do, what were they going to do, all of it rung through his head, causing him to pace back and forth along his hotel room. The pacing was starting to make his Tatsugiri a bit nauseous, and so Temaki tried to pull on his hair, to touch his cheek, but nothing seemed to pull Haku...