The journey to Okazaki was as the map depicted. It was roughly double to distance to travel from Toyone to Okazaki than it was from Toyone to Toyokawa.
The road - after a few hours of travelling - became a cobbled one, making the ride rather bumpy, as it sent vibrations up his spine.
Other travellers passed him on the road, but none paid him much attention. They merely rode past, mounted on their horses. It was better that way. He – now out of his black armour – was dressed as you would expect any travelling merchant to be, and with the numerous sacks piled in the back, they assumed him to be a merchant of the grain.
Had they known his true cargo, however, they might have been more inclined to show some aggression.
By the time he had arrived, it was already dark. The city was large, and it's walls were high. Its defences were solid. It would be a shame to have such formations compromised by an inside man, as such, there were guards posted.
