[i]JT never was one for arriving on time to all that many events, he tended to be fashionably late in a sense. But this kind of thing was something one wouldn't like being all that late for, so arriving just on time was something he would settle on. Keeping up appearances was important to him - Perhaps he wanted to feel like a free and rebellious spirit, or maybe it was to give off a feeling of power, that everyone would operate on his time - and that needed to be a key point when in a room full of other power players. The Marshal arrived on the back of his horse, Sullivan, and ascended the hill to the Dojo on a pair of fancy chestnut oxfords. The gates opened at the wave of a hand as two guards of the Dojo (figures made of Nanites, put in place by JT to act as officers of the peace should things go awry) pushed them open for him. He straightened out the brown suit he wore beneath the freshly cleaned duster, smelling slightly of lavender as he took his place next to Gilliam Cain. JT was ostensibly weaponless with the exception for a pistol he kept in his duster's inner pocket, although he didn't show any signs of fear. Rather the expression on his face was rather calm and diplomatic, with a hint of his disgruntled nature being hidden beneath layers of charm and a well maintained calmness that radiated from him. "Marshal JT, representing the law of the Dojo and it's holdings." [/i]