Modan comes to a stop his eyes following the course of the arrow back.
"You could have asked, in perhaps a less forceful way. That said, you surely dont have to folow me at all."
He turned back to face them,carefuly setting down the fishing supplies.
"You arfe in The Great Vale, at least thats my name for it. Grandfather would call it the Valley of Laughing water, the people in the village would call it their primary source of food. If you want to know what the kami would call it, well that would be a better question for those of Grandfathers camp."
His own hand rested slightly on the short blade at his side as he spoke,
"As to who you are, how you got here, why your hear or any questions similiar to that, I dont have good answers for that. Visitors just seem to be brought here at times. None that I know of have ever come here intentionaly, though I question that in the case of some of the bandits. "