[As he boards the small boat that could barely be called a lifeboat at best, eyes are already on him. Weak from hunger and many moons at sea however has left most weary, if not in worse condition than the unknown man. The keen observation of a metal arm was unnerving as well, especially to the few younglings on board who learnt to hide at the sight of anything metal.
They make no movements, and while the armed shinobi prepare to pull out their daggers in defense, they remain hidden in the shadows. At least, until word is sent to their leader. A man with a mask over the lower half of his face steps out of the hull's shadows holding the first handful of the hundreds of survivors. He says nothing, however. No... it's a voice behind the soldier who addresses the new arrival.]
Whither thou goest thou shall not find...amenable.
[Says a male voice coming from a building near the docks, standing watch over the boat from the doorway.]
(you're fine let's do a thing)
They make no movements, and while the armed shinobi prepare to pull out their daggers in defense, they remain hidden in the shadows. At least, until word is sent to their leader. A man with a mask over the lower half of his face steps out of the hull's shadows holding the first handful of the hundreds of survivors. He says nothing, however. No... it's a voice behind the soldier who addresses the new arrival.]
Whither thou goest thou shall not find...amenable.
[Says a male voice coming from a building near the docks, standing watch over the boat from the doorway.]
Might I inquire as to what tis thou art seeking?