Lustre:
After having been locked in the tower for 14 years Lustre couldn't remember much from the outside world. He knew there was some kind place that served food. He could faintly remember it from his childhood but he couldn't remember what it was called. Of course, there was always the forest. Berrys and animals could be gathered or hunted and then eaten.

The bandit camp, for all its lack of well sight, still seemed easy enough to overtake. After all, bandits were often armed with flimsy weaponry. Even if they had crossbows, it was unlikely they could do much damage against Rioichi in his armor. Add to it that he was trained by actual teachers and h3 was well equipped, and this battle would seem almost unfair. The only real danger was traps. One Rioichi would have to take into account but probably wouldn't due to his overzealous nature.

"Very well, I shall retake what is your masters'. I shall not return until the vermin is squashed, serv."

With a chest puffed up full of confidence he strolled down and over towards the bandit camp.

Lustre stumbled a little, taken aback by the children that just ran by him. Lustre looked in the direction they came from as he regained his composure.

Lustre:
Where he looked back there were only a house and a woman with a broom. She too seemed busy.

Lustre:
The young woman look at this stuttering and unkempt man with a face of disgust. "Have you tried the tavern?" she said pointing to a sign further down the street. "Or the baker?" Now she pointed to a little shop nearby.

Lustre:
The woman sighed. "No. I don't know anyone who does that. Now leave. You're scaring away the customers."

The Sailor lifted his head off of the bed, craning his neck to an uncomfortable degree as he made sure that the door had been firmly shut by the kid-- then twisting on the bed so that he sat up on it. By the meager candlelight, and the innumerable shadows cast by the flickering flames, he took a glance to the window out of habit-- knowing he would not find anything. Daithi tugged off his boot, allowing the note to fall into his opposite hand-- taking another look over it by the light, making doubly sure he remembered the words written on it. Casting a suspicious glance to the entrance, he slid the note beneath his ever-present hat, letting both of his shoes hit the planks beside the bed.

Curling his toes in simple pleasure, he nodded to himself-- slipping beneath the cover of the bed, and settling in for the night.