Still fingering the bronze amulet around his neck, Jayant sat in the common room of the embassy on one of the Ivory Kingdom's style chairs that could be found here. He was going through a book with some interest while his quiet honor guard stood a little behind him. With current tensions being what they were, the Maharaja had decided to give their envoy a guard of his own to discourage anything that might lead to further destroying relations between the Rhuumali and the Rokugani.
Whatever the gaijin was reading, he still had an eye and an ear on his surroundings, in case someone might try to sneak up on him.
