On just such a night, rain in a torrent from the heavens above, a crimson cloaked figure walked briskly through the void of darkness. With a sense of wanderlust, Tomoe had gotten himself lost in the mountains at night and was now simply looking for a place to stay.
"Could've sworn this was the way to town...", he muttered to himself, his cloak's hood obscuring the top half of his face but not currently weaving its spell to change his appearance, instead merely offering simple protection from the elements as any regular cloak would.
"Help! Someone!", a voice in the distance rang out again, spurring a defeated and annoyed sigh from Tomoe as he closed the gap between them.
Through some bushes and trees, there lay a man, wounded and knelt against a tree. He was bleeding and bruised, with ripped clothes and a broken blade. Upon seeing the cloaked Joyan, he rose to his feet slowly and painfully, broken blade in hand in case he had run into a looter. While Tomoe was the type that enjoyed a good looting now and again as his old self, he was a new and reformed man these days. Instead, Tomoe's hands rose harmlessly in front of him.
"Whoa, buddy. Easy there. I'm not here to hurt ya, I just wanna know what's up.", the ronin spoke in a warm tone to try to calm the man down, which seemed to have worked well enough.
"My name is Cameron. A werewolf got to me... he was prowling the area, and he got me before I could get him. Last I saw he was headed towards town. Please, all I wanted was to protect them. That beast is going to kill them all. Please, I'll pay you whatever I can if you can stop him!"
At that, the man collapsed to his knees and once more leaned against the tree with some assistance from Tomoe. The man was barely holding on to consciousness, and spent his stamina to ask such a thing. On a request like that, seeing situations like this before where men would make requests that could be considered their 'final' requests, it wasn't something that the crimson cutthroat could turn down. Rather, on the promise of pay, he accepted wholeheartedly with a nod in confirmation. This allowed Cameron to relax somewhat, slipping into unconsciousness as rain pelted him from above.
"Better get to work then."
WC: 422/850 [15% reduction]