"To be clear, you know not of the reason your friend made their pilgrimage to this city?"
Akio turned to he companion, thinking over the words he spoke.
"Well, be it made by man or god, it matters little. My mission is the same. As for this Tanka,—"Akio froze, raising a hand for his companion to remain silent. Before them stood the gates of the temple, but something wasn't right. Akio could
hear someone, or something. It was quite, but distinct. It was almost as if they were deliberately being quite. Were they caretakers of this temple? Or other travelers, members of this "rebellion" of Tankas? Or, were they something worse? Again, Akio realized that he was thinking too much. Normally he was impulsive, and a bit rash, and he had been trying to get out of that mind set, doing a good job of it too. Often times,this just led him to ask too many questions, to overthink things. Akio shook his head, glancing down at his feet. As he did so, he noticed a plaque with some form of writing. It looked like the language of the kingdoms round about, but it was a form that Akio hadn't seen before, probably a much older form of it.
Speak freely and be judged by our Master, our Gods, and all the Old Ways The words sent shivers down his spine. Akio took a deep breath before turning his attention back to his companion.
"Be on guard, friend." And with that, he gradually nudged the gate open, allowing room for him and his friend to peer into whatever lay ahead.