Arathi was to move houses for some reason he had not been enlightened with, that his superiors had resolved, and so he had gone. He had been allowed to keep the small amount of possessions that he owned, but for the most part, he had been told to trust in the good will of his soon to be family, and rely on them for the rest. He had accepted this with his usual goodwill, or lack of reaction, whichever an observer would prefer, and had set out for this new home.
Upon arrival, he entered the grounds, nodded at the first people he saw, and hailed them. With a small bow, "excuse me, but I've been moved here from my old home, and was wondering if you might know where I should go?" He then lapses into silence, standing calmly, arms by his sides, covered by a full tunic and his classic pants, barefoot, wearing a small pack.