Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I dont own them; Im just examining all their possibilities.
A few tiny lights came on at the bottom of the sloping hill, almost in reaction to the fading light and the rising dark of night. The light wind carried the sound of voices; many rough, some laughing, some barking, some neighing.
Naraku stood on the hill, bathing his form in shadows and making himself invisible to all around. No one could see him, but he saw all.
There was probably an inn or a way stop down there, he thought; the only place for hundreds of miles where traders