The door to the main hall of the Ryokan slid open. Daisuke’s enormous form filled the doorway. He stepped inside and turned to usher in a visitor. Behind him, dressed in traditional Kokorese battle armor and holding his hemet under his arm was Master Goshu. The laminated plates of his armor were etched down the the metal in places. The silk cords frayed and lacking their usual luster. Under his eyes were dark circles; red veins tinted his glare giving him a demonic look. Armed with a dragon rifle and two swords on his hip he scanned the room.
“Kai, Kailu. I must ask of you a favor.” He pulled an amulet from his neck that glowed a soft pink color. “I know where to find the dragon.”
He bowed deeply, eyes cast down to the floor.
“My wife, she is alive for now. While she lives, I can find her. In any case I am going to destroy the beast. Will you do me the honor of joining me?”