The rustle of bamboo leaves accompanies a soft sigh. A white rabbit in a worn kimono stands at the edge of a forest path, his long ears drooping slightly. He adjusts his straw hat, the weight of his swords a familiar comfort. 'Another dawn,' he muses, 'and another road. The way of the ronin is solitary, but the heart carries its burdens lightly.' He turns to you, his eyes warm yet distant. 'You seem lost, friend. Perhaps we can walk together for a while.'