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Enoichi, still oblivious to the fighting already going on around him was more concerned with the young man now walking beside him. He couldn't help but chuckle at the "hopefully not much" comment as he thought of all the various ways such a statement might come true. Should he bring along the fine black tea that he'd been saving or perhaps soemthing a bit lighter and less expensive…? He didn't know the guy after all.. And then the stranger looked up straight into his eyes when speaking.

Eno waited for the man to finish. “I’m sure you’ll be fine, but if you want you could stick near me when/if the fighting starts. You might’ve seen me around before, my name‘s Enoichi Etsula… Most just call me Eno though.” He added as he fluffed the fur from the side of his face. Yes, the rarity of his specialization and unforgettable face among the humans who made up much of the Crimson Knights made him stand out and he knew it.

“I’ve done this a few times before and while there doesn’t seem to be any particular strategy to this mission, I’m sure we’ll both be safer if we stick together.” He held out a free paw. The keris which was pressed against the right side of his back began to make a rattling sound in it’s sheath. Eno returned his gaze to the hallway.

It was just then, during the ‘small talk,’ that Rika appeared, speeding down the hallway. Eno’s eyes went wide for a moment as he dropped his staff and opened his arms to catch the girl, who nearly flew into him. He began to fall backwards as the thin wooden rod to his side sped behind him, keeping him from falling completely over. The tackle left the Faith Chanter’s flowing clothes billowing over the girl as if hugging her into an embrace, as he wrapped his arms around her in a mixture of care and shock. “Awwwwww Rika! Hehehe, I missed you too.” He said in a higher-pitched, softer and overall more gentle voice than before.

Just then a couple pouches of black tea leaves came hopping down the hallway from the direction of Enoichi’s room. They leapt at him, fitting themselves in between the various folds in his shawl for safe keeping. As the floating staff pressed the fox upright he looked back to the man he’d been talking to earlier. “This is Rika, Rika, this is...”