Ronin (An Interactive Story Event) Part 2

The winner is option B: The Master was killed by the Ronin himself.  Let’s pick it up and see where the story takes us.

                The Ronin paused, his finger cleaving the rising column of sage smoke so that it twinned and twisted through the air like snakes.  Finally, the Ronin withdrew his finger and turned to face the Daimyo.

                “If you know that I am a Ronin and you called me here then you must also know how it was that my Master died,” the Ronin said, his voice eerily calm.  “I killed my Master myself.  I drew my katana and drove it through his chest, extinguishing his life instantly.”
                “I meant no disrespect,” the Daimyo said, unable to meet the Ronin’s eyes now.  “Then perhaps my question isn’t how he died, but why you killed him.”
                The Ronin gazed over his shoulder at the pillar of sage smoke.  The twin snakes had drifted back together, wedding themselves as one once more.
                “Respect is something I no longer have,” the Ronin reminded him.  “Honour and respect are no longer any concern of mine.  As such, I won’t ask your forgiveness when I say that I am in no way obliged to answer your question.  My reasons are my own and they’re about the only thing of any value that I still possess.  Perhaps someday you will learn the truth of that night, but it shall not be today.”
                The Daimyo chuckled, “Very well, you shall keep your reasons.  I have no need of them.  Curiosity can sometimes cloud a man’s thoughts.  Now, on to business, which I believe you know to be the true reason I have called you hear.”
                “It seemed obvious,” the Ronin assured him as the two took a seat on the floor.  “A Daimyo with the honour and esteem you have gathered over the years would not consort with someone of my status regardless of old friendships, as you put it.  We are young men still, old friend.”
                “I see a loss of honour has not clouded your overly perceptive nature,” the Daimyo said, shaking his head in mock disbelief.  “Indeed, our friendship is amongst those things that were taken from you the day you slew your master.  However, along with your reasons, your skills are something that still belong to you and it is those that I call upon here today.”
                “Continue,” the Ronin said, closing his eyes to listen.
                “It is a simple task really.  I want you to go to one of the villages on the periphery of my lands and discover what has transpired there.  Every detachment of samurai, every messenger, and every envoy that I have sent there in the last week has failed to return.  Even as a Ronin, we can both agree you are one of the most talented and lucky warriors this country has ever seen.  That is why I ask you to do this for me.”
                “Again, you appeal to my honour,” the Ronin said, eyes still closed.  “I live and act for honour no more.  You call upon a ronin to do your work then you must offer something of worth to a ronin.”
                “Then name your price,” the Daimyo growled.

Without any claim to honour, what does a man fight for?  It’s time to learn a little bit more about what drives our Ronin to act.  What does he ask the Daimyo for?
A) Money
B) A section of land to be called his own
C) The hand of the Daimyo’s beautiful daughter