Sakura stood next to him, mimicking the posture, pretending to be a Crab veteran pretending to be a Crab old person.

"Finally. I swear, the only people who can get a decent shit here are the pancies we took hostage."

"Sakura" was not the only person who had business in the camp tonight. Chen, dressed in all dark grey with cloth wrapped about his face moved near the camp. He was a shadow gliding through the space between the castle and the besieging army camp. He moved around the camp looking for where prisoners might be being kept. He brought along with him four knives and several vials of poison.

This mission was mostly scouting but if opportunity arose he would like to be prepared.

"Been on the inside of pansyville." Grunting she eyed him up and down. "On his Majesty's orders."

She spat on the ground. "Fucking disgrace they are." She shook her head. "I should go give my report." She glanced out at the disorganized camp. "How in Benten's hairy balls do you even find anything here?"

He looked at the camp in faint disgust, not sure what he expected but this was a travesty, how could this army hold up against a proper rokugani force? There seemed to be no discipline or organization. If this was the kind of thing they had to look forward to under the Steel Chrysanthemum's rule it only affirmed his distaste for the man.

The older samurai spits on the ground. "Watch yer fuckin' mouth," he grumbles, his tone quiet but very serious. "The samurai in there are just servin' their lord and tryin' not to get killed. So if I hear you speak ill of them again, I'll break off your arm and shove it down your throat. We clear?"