Kushii had just walked off of the airship and was looking around when he noticed a familiar face. Walking up to his butler of 15 years, Kushii said, "Well, hello Bernard. Glad to see you. Have you brought what I requested?" Bernard replied, "Of course, sir. In this bag are your sleeping garments and a fresh suit. Unfortunately, there is no way to have it ironed for tomorrow, so you may appear a little...creased, sir." Kushii sighed and said "It's ok, Bernard, I am still good looking enough. How terrible that I must carry my own bags like a commoner. I agree it's for the best, I don't want to seem pretentious, but still...." He dismissed his butler and walked back to the rest of the group, waiting impatiently for them to get a move on.