Revenge of the Ronin
You walk through the village, searching for the tavern. Some of the villagers stare at you in obvious awe, while others pretend to ignore you or look at you with open dislike. They must realise you are a Ronin. You walk with your head held high anyway, with the honour of your oath burning deep inside you.
Eventually, you find the tavern, and walk inside, ducking under the low doorway. It is somewhat crowded inside, but you find an empty table and sit down. Some of the peasents are looking at you warily, but one of them, a drunken lout, stands up and saunters over to you.
"You're a ronin, aren't you?" the man says, sneering. "You have no honour, ronin! We don't want the likes of YOU here!" He spits at your feet.
You feel anger boiling up inside you. This is a grave insult to even a Samurai with no master, but what will you do about it?
Eventually, you find the tavern, and walk inside, ducking under the low doorway. It is somewhat crowded inside, but you find an empty table and sit down. Some of the peasents are looking at you warily, but one of them, a drunken lout, stands up and saunters over to you.
"You're a ronin, aren't you?" the man says, sneering. "You have no honour, ronin! We don't want the likes of YOU here!" He spits at your feet.
You feel anger boiling up inside you. This is a grave insult to even a Samurai with no master, but what will you do about it?