[b]The Ko-Rudo mountains were the white haired man's home for many years, long, long ago. Even though they were just north of the dojo mountains, they were still a good walk away. But that didn't stop the Deity from often walking through its white coated corridors to stroll down memory lane. Coming back, north of the group, he spotted them. He raised an eyebrow at Jagers peculiar situation. So, the deity didn't draw his blade or ready his stance. He walked towards the group, his hands up, and did what he was best at. Talk. [/b] "Yo?! What's going on here?! A botched public execution?!"