Ryozan wore a grimace as he stepped out into the warm, humid air. He couldn't imagine a climate any more different from his home than this Maplehurst was. Where he was used to crisp and brisk winds, here there was a soupy fog that matted the fur on his tail and made him sweat even when he wasn't exerting himself. He wanted to strip down to some lighter garbs, but was reluctant to leave much skin exposed due to the voracious insects seizing every opportunity to grab a drop of his blood. Simple heat he could handle, but this was a soggy, oppressive environment that made his whole body feel heavy. Needless to say, he wasn't in the best of moods upon stepping out into that curtain of humidity.
All that aside, the place at least seemed lively. Many of the traders were scurrying about, furiously scrawling numbers while trying not to tear their dampened parchment as the calculated how much profit they could make. Ryozan's travelling partners were at their work as well; Kazuya was giving a charismatic comparison of the Tanzo steel to the local counterparts while Yukine was inside the carriage treating some blades so that they would be more resistant to the moisture. Ryozan figured that once they assembled a bit of a crowd he would be asked to give a demonstration, but for now it looked like he had some time to take in the sights. "I wonder what the people eat around here," he mumbled to himself as he glanced across the marketplace for anything that might catch his eye.