[ A surge of irritation wells up within Tashime: this barbarian forgot to introduce himself! He may wear the armor of his caste, but his manners are nowhere to be found. Surely he meant no offense; perhaps he is from outside the civilized reaches of Rokugan. A savage he may be, but his intentions could still be pure. The samurai stops himself from returning the rudeness, and instead offers a curt bow. ]

Konnichiwa! Seppun Tashime, hatamoto to Seppun Katsura, at your service. You speak the truth: indeed I am lost, though I know not the direction back to the capital city. Surely you can lend aid to a Seppun magistrate?