[i] Just like that, like her words had triggered something..a figure materialized down the road from the Dojo. From her distance it was impossible to make out specifics, but what she could see was a tall and shadowy man, wrapped in a dark cloak making his way to the Dojo. And from over his back were..there katana hilts. Something about the man was familiar, but as he drew closer, that suffocating and smothering essence of sadness and sorrow invaded her senses. Like this man was a harbinger of grief..[/i]