"The Dojo?" the man asks quizzically. He knew not of any kind of Dojo. "My apologies sir, I don't quite know where I am. Have you seen a boy by chance? 15-16, skin like mine with dark brown hair and eyes?" [i]Strange mask. Tribal? No, he couldn't be with them. Perhaps the Abbatial. They have some decently mortifying visages used in their ritual. [/i] The man analyzed every visible piece of the masked stranger, such was the nature of his habit.