Chitter sleeps soundly and wakes early, uncomfortable in the morning dew. Hopefully the sun will dry it out early, I don't want to be swimming all day...although now that I think of it a dip in the lake might be rather nice. Given his new impression of the volatility of the situation, he dons his armor today, instead of carrying it in his bag as usual. He appears fairly imposing decked out in one of his most prized possessions: heavy armor lacquered in dark Crab shades, with his own personal Nezumi mon adorning it.
After he readies for the day, he paces restlessly inside until the magistrate likewise rouses and finishes her preparations. While he aches to be on the move, it has been a long time since he had been in the company of samurai—even ronin—willing to tolerate his presence. Now it seemed he had found two of them, at least temporarily, and he was loathe to leave their companionship so soon, no matter how messily it seemed sure to end.