[ Has he ever had someone say his name so many times? His throat feels a little dry--embarrassed, he wets his lips, directing his gaze sidelong as though looking at the rest of the merchant's wares might actually drain some of the awkwardness out of him.

Despite everything that he's learned about Kazutora, there's something about him that feels oddly innocent, almost as though he might get taken advantage of out here; it feels right, then, to agree with his suggestion. ]

Sure. I don't have anywhere to be for a bit.

[ With another firm nod to the merchant at the stall in gratitude, he falls into step at Kazutora's side, shifting slightly to adjust the weight of the buster sword at his back while they walk. ]

A barn's not bad, actually. I'm staying at the inn near the tavern with a friend. A little expensive, but they've given us a discount for our...extended stay.

[ A faint lift at the corner of his lips, almost like a smile, but he shakes his head a little. ]

What kind of work are you doing? Tending animals?