Ronin Warriors not mine. Can't I have them? Pretty pretty please?

Interlude

Smoke
in faint wisps.
Candles flicker
all around him
as he sits
in meditation.
Smoke rises
and curls, dances
in fantastic shapes
as the door is opened
and he opens
his eyes slowly.
Shifting blues and greens
calmly greet
ice blue...
a hand
is held out to him.
With a slight smile
he grasps it,
letting himself be led,
to another room...