There is an deep rooted saying in Einlen, which comes from far North of the mountains. It origins unknown but; by word of mouth and with many years of circulation, it's configuration comes somewhat like so. 'Mortality is a gift to those bestowed a sanctuary , life is the existence that the departed must endure' There are various interpretations and theory's behind this vague and cynical proverb. However, it holds a mixture of uncertainty and certain truth for those who fear death among the living. And through this saying had been lost then reborn upon the tongues of people, as death and birth gave way to the passage of time, it's purpose was to perhaps remind the living that; mortality was fragile truth that was best not forgotten. But the fear of death is not tolerated in any child of Senju , not in the cold doctrine of assassination.
The Senju clan was roughly allocated to the North of the cold mountains, perhaps nearer to the west coast then to the bleak wasteland of Conforge. It was within the heart of nature and in her bosom it lay undiscovered, of course nature is a two way sword and she was known to turn upon her children. They say there exists a traitorous path, that leads to the to the core of the Senju bloodstained birthplace, but the trail is almost as deadly as it's destination. That the men are beasts clothed in the armour of men, and the stench of death lingers upon their lips. That their children are born in darkness and cursed is they whom looks them in the eye during the full moon. Illness and misfortune lies upon their presence, and if a goat falls sick, then it is because they saw the shadow of a Senju. Such are the tainted speculation of the people of Einlen, through unbeknown in this insignificant and isolated village- was where much of their professional congress took place .Of course the people of Einlen were not aware what transpired within their streets or their public facilities, in the mist of their comfortable and stable life's. Their doorsteps were never tainted and their fields were sheltered and nurtured. But they did know of an elderly men ,named Hasfade, who visited almost weekly from the north-west of the village and collected supplies. And through he sometimes exchanged foreign currency and purchased the most random things, he was looked kindly upon as 'grandfather Hasfade' who brought a little distinction in the regularity of their routine. Einlen did not usually favour strangers, but Hasfade with his elderly demur and comfortable regularity, become as much part of their community as themselves.
It did help, perhaps, that his mischievous curiosity of speculation of the Senju clan and his stories of distant ,far of places enchanted wonderment of the village. Or was it the mystery of his missing little finger, either way , his visits were brief but warm and he carry his supplies in the same old bag which he carried for 16 yrs: and walk slowly and unhurriedly down the unused path that led to Einlen. For no traveller entered their borders, and the children of Einlen were not tempted to leave the forte of their nests. They were skilled in hand craft ,which were taught form father to child; and lived in prosperity and plenty, for the soil here was rich in nutrition.
They could not have know, they were protected within the sphere of Senju's domain, and no cut-throat or marauder would dare plunder the fortune of the people. On Hasfade account, he enjoyed the naiveté of blissful contentment of the villigers, he had seen so many desperate and starved people in rat-infested ruins of their burnt-down homes. Memories that fell heavy on his mind and bloodstained hands. Anyway ,he enjoyed recounting the tattles of Einlin life and he loved the peace that came with walking 3000 miles on foot, to his village. For despite the ridiculous gossip in Einlen, they at least understood the perilous route that led to Nerforte. But perhaps, this tale lingers too much on the hearsay of outsiders, this is a story of two brothers of Senju. Their names were Shodai and Nadaime.