The minutes passed with the slow agony of Renji's impatience. He imagined that the Koshibito envoy would rush into the tribe center with a stupid amount of pomp. That was the way of noble nations right? Of course Ronkú had its own very dramatic level of pomp, but Renji expected that was an entirely different sort. After all the waiting, he couldn't stand sitting anymore, so as soon as the guard watching the street announced that the horse drawn carriage had reached the village's center, he rushed out of the waiting room. Because screw waiting. It wasn't in his nature. It was at the center of the tribe's village that the home of the leader sat. At least twice the size of the other homes, Renji's was adorned in most prized hides and weaving techniques. Massive pikes served as pillars in front, skeletal snake heads and feathers at the top and a small entourage of warriors in ceremonial dress. Without a doubt, this was a nation of warriors, and without a doubt, Renji was his own variety of noble as he hung out of the open flaps to see the carriage where it stopped just out front.

"So this is the carriage of my betrothed..." He sighed and forced a smile onto his ace. Might as well play nice for the sake of politics and all. His nation needed this, even if he felt fairly certain that he did not. Raising his voice into a boom, he called out to the newcomers. "Welcome!"