@EdwardWindsor:
The Grand Master slowly walks his way to center of his Dojo as he kneels down and bows to his guest, then he slowly raises up into a seated position.
"I had the misfortune of spending some time in your god forsaken country in my youth. I was a merchants son after all and my father sold his wears to the English soldiers that made their camps along the roads leading to mining encampments. It was at this time I met a man of the cloth. The very same man that inspired me to walk the path to enlightenment, not a monk in my own home land of Wu, but a monk from what is now called Great Britain, south of the Leeds I do believe. There were no maps at this time to my knowledge so forgive me if I am not quite sure if I remember exactly the location of were I was."
The old man lowers his gaze, and he rests his voice.
Log in to comment