[i]Hahaha[/i] Takeshi laughed to himself. What a interesting turn of fate had the gods bestowed on him today. A beaten and battered group had been given into his care by loving Mythal. He had spent his time learning of their mission, their fate, and patching up their many wounds and ailments. Of course, not to even mention the fare ladies who both held dark secrets and torment in their hearts as tightly as Dithamen held to the night. "Ah dear Dirthamen, what a lovely night for you to enjoy. This night you may rule, but my beloved Sylaise has bestowed on me this wondrous full moon." He spoke to himself contently. Takeshi lay outside, resting against a small stone wall near his humble cabin. His wards lay within resting and recuperating from there long and perilous journey. [i] And yet, such a hard decision lay ahead of you. Woe to you who are cursed by Elgar'nan, as the vengeance of fate hunts you. [/i] "They certainly do have a hard time ahead. But blessed they be if they do indeed intend to fight for this village." He sighed in doubt and worry. Shifting, Takeshi tightened his robes around him to ward off the cool breeze. "O but look at me getting all excited. I'm just an old sinful monk who enjoys looking up to the stars and resting in quite." He chided himself laughingly. Takeshi continued to gaze into that wonderful moon lit night as he drifted off into a darker, less peaceful time.

(Italisis is for his Thoughts or Low mumble/talking to self in low tone.)
(Pronounced Takashi)