The foreign man gave a short salute, prompting Kiryu to believe he was harmless. All was well as he led the walk. Fortunately for him, there was in fact a village. It seemed to be in proper order. There were huts and a well, a few depressed, scared looking people, and even a Miko with a basket coming up. Just the kind where a girl would have to keep a pet fish for company. And that fish-girl had parents here. Unless she was an orphan, he mused. "But on the other hand, she never said she was... but she never had clothes, either." he muttered to himself.