Tsuyo felt like the day was fairly dreary. It had been raining the last couple of nights and now everything felt soggy. The very rocks beneath his boots felt like they might not grip and he would slip. Of course the footing of a man such as himself would not be so easily swayed. He did feel a little awkward though as he exited the manor. He was wearing his usual custom made italian suit. He could feel the silk of the shirt untucked over his pants. No tie today but the vest was buttoned up and the suit coat was worn. He didn't bother making it look perfect because no one would be seeing it. This was of course an order or rather condition of business laid down by the new boss. They had to hide their identity. And so they would. With his right hand he grasped the black hooded cloak with the giant blue rose decorated on it and slid it over his shoulders in one swift movement. It was loose but it hid him completely except the face. The only part that showed from under the cloak was the shined combat boots. He didn't mind people seeing his feet. He rarely kicked so watching the feet wouldn't do anyone much good against him.

The second part was just a simple half mask. This one he had chosen instead of a head band for them. To him it added dramatic meaning. The mask was that of the demon wolf of Autumn. Said to come out in the dark of the night to mingle with the sheep while the shepherd was away. He smirked a little as he slid that over his face so only his face under the nose could be seen. His grey eyes now looking like the eyes of a wolf preying and hunting. He was amused by this because the shepherd in question was fully aware of the wolf in his flock. But was allowing the wolf some leniency so long as he only targeted the bad sheep. The good sheep not bent by greed and lust where to be left alone. Which to Tsuyo seemed fair enough any way. Still he continued to walk now as he lifted the hood over his head. His gloves tightened as the leather seemed to stretch as if mentioning it was cold outside today. But of course it was. He was in the mountains.

He approached the cart in silence as the sun was about to rise. They would be out and moving before any one for miles around would wake up. The farmers would leave the road to them. However this did not mean that he could blatantly sit there so blatantly dressed. Instead he would be hopping into the back. You see this cart had a canopy around it. Like the western pilgrims. So the weapons and armor in the crates within where hidden. A bench had been set inside for him to relax on in the back. Normally some one as high ranking as him wouldn't bother with such trivial things. But he was eager to see his business bud. So he moved with a simple forward leap and made it to the back of the dry cart with little to no issues. Signaling the driver to haul ass.

His grey eyes watched the manor fade into the background. This was the first time in a long time doing something solo but the risk was not so high he thought he needed his partner. Instead he would let him sleep away the exhaustion of their travels. It had been a long time of just trying to survive and now with such lavish comforts it was hard to remind one's self there was still so much to be done. But that was the brilliance of Tsuyo. A Silver tongued master mind. He chuckled to himself softly as he lit a smoke. calmly inhaling as he watched the Manor fade completely. Now there was just the mountains and the mud splashing up from the wheels. The sound of the four horses pulling them along. The way they breathed and how they could maintain such a pace for so long was mesmerizing as he stared into the clouds. The smoke blown from his mouth seemed to fade into the grey clouds above. Once the smoke was nothing but ash he let himself be lulled into a peaceful meditation. Thinking not of the things he would do but of the future he would provide.

This was however interrupted as suddenly hooves where clacking against stone and the cart halted rather abruptly. It was odd that they would be stopping on the bridge. The rondevou point was on the border itself. So much so that the meditation was replaced with an apprehensive tensing of the muscles. No farmers should be out this early and his contact would not dare betray him. Already word of his personal power had been spread via his instructions. It had a tendency to limit the amount of people that where willing to challenge him. Of course it also invited the strong to try and maybe join him. Still his grey eyes look over his shoulder at the flap as he heard the voice of his driver yelling at some one to clear the way. His driver was a bigger individual with a whip and a club. But the response kind of annoyed him. Indeed it was an old man claiming that they where up to no good with such a big load and a ruffian looking fellow this early in the morning. And demanding to see the load. The nerve of some people. He waited patiently as the words escalated and finally an old mans head popped over the back of the cart. The last thing the old man saw was a gloved hand coming out of a hooded cloak and with a twist his neck snapped. He hated ignorant nosey people and he was tired. So he tossed the body under the bridge to lay there and rot for a time. And they went to finish the delivery without issue.

~Exit thread~

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