Surrounded by darkness and boxes of all varieties, Awabaram found itself jolted awake by a sudden, violent lurch of the wooden surface he lay upon. Confusion set in quickly. Where was this place? How had it come to be here? As these questions filtered through the creature's simple mind, a light was struck somewhere in the shadows ahead. A single lamp, burning just enough to illuminate the room, called into vision a small hold of sorts, filled with wooden crates, barrels, and other accessories useful in the shipment of goods. The bearer of the light was revealed to be a young man, black hair lank around his shoulders, and a badly-shaven goatee at the bottom of his face, dressed in the garb of a sailor. No sooner had the room been brought into focus than the events of the past day recalled themselves to Awabaram. It remembered running around just outside of Omi. Certainly, staying safe was important to guarding its precious cargo, but at the same time it felt good to stretch one's legs once and again, and Abe no Seimei-sama was always very understanding in that regard. Just as the day began to wane, and Awabaram began to tire, it noticed a small carpet laid out with boxes and chests of all varieties. Despite the knowledge that its master was waiting for its return, Awabaram could not deny that the collection of containers before it looked incredibly comfortable. Thus it was that it feel into a deep sleep, and only awakened now, in this strange place. Though not the most intelligent of monsters, Awabaram was able to reason that some humans must have mistook it for a package bound to some other destination, and shipped it away. An awkward situation, to be sure. (The player may now take control of Awabaram. I took some liberties with its personality and intelligence in order to form the introduction, but you are free to roleplay it from here on in any way you wish.)