Akira, after giving acknowledgement to Michael's request watched as the rooms door was opened and he stepped out into the open world, if you call it such a place.  Though Michael had given him food for thought, his answer had merely raised more question.  A circumstance that would be on level with what separates a Samurai from a Peasant...  Well there could be endless reasons out of what Michael had listed, the interesting part to Akira is that not everyone would see the same reason.  A subordinate, a peasant, a relative, all might give a different reason for what would separate their Daimyo to them.

The music that filled the air around him seemed somewhat off, sure it sounded like carnival music but it was almost as though it was orchestrated in a way to cause discomfort to some of its guests.  As Akira thought of this he almost missed Michael's disappearing act.  When he had reappeared Akira continued to step forward as he gazed around at the strange goings on of the grounds.  As he noticed the others in the area Akira spoke up, his voice still muffled by his mask [color=ed1c24]"More Samurai's I presume?"[/color] Aside from that comment Akira had taken little interest.

The area surrounding them, well that what was truly most interesting.  Creatures both real, and mythological appeared to inhabit the grounds of the carnival.  Everything however seemed to fit neatly in place with what could be expected of a carnival, though the dim lighting made it kind of difficult to really pick out any of the more precise details.  Michael called this place Wonderland, though if it were it was certainly one of the lands expected dark secrets.  [color=ed1c24]"Not to be rude, but when will this Ring Master be making his appearance?"[/color]  Akira asked.  The whole place messed with his head a little, not enough to cause outright panic, but enough that he didn't want to particularly stick around any longer than necessary.