Having ears and tail was normal? Where he was from? Why was he here? For that matter where was here?

Mitsunari winced reaching his left hand up to squeeze the bridge of his nose. He might be good but was not nearly cleaver enough to keep up with this place. And the boy, Youji, just had another mood swing.

He'd figure it out later; he might as well push for the answer that he had started this conversation to get. He really was thirsty.

"So Youji said the river is hostile territory. I don't suppose that either of you could direct me to a well?"