While most of the shinobi were concentrating on hiding, plotting or gaining information, one in perticular had a very different idea. The man lay on the wooden floor of a temple belonging to a dusty rural settlement, not even worthy of being called a town. the temple itself being rather out of place due to the overall shaggy nature of the town. The temple itself had odd black pillars that surrounded it, as well as a well known fact that most who approached met an untimely unnatural end. Believing the temple to be cursed, none dared stray too near.
The man stretched out on the floorboards, pale patterened yukata fitting loosely about him, dark green hair loosely tied and flung over his shoulder. He lay there with his eyes closed, seemingly either very relaxed, or asleep, that was until that latter was discounted when he spoke in a somewhat bored tone, "Wonder when those guests will arrive"