[x] Sirrocco
You nod vigorously to Yasuki Goro's words, your eyes wide. It all seems so simple now that it has been set out before you, but you suppose that is only natural. Yasuki Goro is several years your senior, and obviously adept in courtly matters. You've witnessed him at work before, but to see him untangle this issue so readily leaves you in awe.
What else can you do but follow his counsel?
"This is an excellent plan, Yasuki-sama," you say. "I'll go meet up with Shinjo Wanli right away. I'm sure she'll agree with your wisdom!"
"We shall see, Sosuke-san," the courtier responds, pulling one of his letters close and wetting his brush. "After all, Shinjo-san
did say it was a secret. She might not be so willing to part with it, no matter what we suggest."
"That is true, but she's already shared it once with Tonbo-sama," you respond. "Having shared it once, she might be willing to do so again."
"Perhaps," Yasuki Goro says, getting back to work on his letters. "I wish you the best in your endeavors, Sosuke-san."
My thanks, Yasuki-sama," you reply, bowing low. "For everything."
You rise to your feet and walk to the door, grinning and eager to be off. This matter has troubled you quite a bit over the last hour, and to finally have a plan of action is a relief. The negotiations with the Dragon will be happening soon, and you would hate to be responsible for sending them awry. Having your superior give you direction has put all those worries to rest.
"Sosuke-san," Yasuki Goro calls before you can open the door. "A moment."
You turn around, unable to keep your confusion from showing on your face. "My Lord?"
He looks at you, smiling sadly. "You've had a rough time of it lately, haven't you lad?"
You blink. "I'm… I'm not sure what you mean, Yasuki-sama."
"With Shasa-san's death, I mean, an everything that happened in the cave."
You stiffen, heart racing, though you catch yourself before any more visible reactions emerge. Now is not the time for anything dramatic. You will keep telling yourself that until it becomes truth, for there is
never a time for it. Samurai are composed and resolute, and you will hold to that ideal.
A few deep breaths and you are calm again, but it is obvious that Yasuki Goro noticed your momentary lapse. The man is too canny, too perceptive to miss such things.
"I've noticed it, as we traveled. I just wanted to say it's nothing to be ashamed of, Sosuke-san. Not with what we fight." He pauses a moment, then bows in his seat. "And I want to apologize."
"Yasuki-sama? What would you have to apologize for?"
"I am your superior, Sosuke-san," the courtier replies, still bowing. "I am the one who sent you and Shasa-san off to investigate at Tangan-mura. That means some of the responsibility for these events, Shasa-san's death and your lingering pain, lies with me."
"My Lord, you have nothing to apologize for," you respond, shifting your feet a little. You're really not comfortable with all this. "As you told me when I awoke, I made a mistake."
"You did," Yasuki Goro says, rising to sit straight again. "And I hold some culpability for that mistake." He waves a hand as you open your mouth, cutting you off. "I'll brook no further denials, Sosuke-san. I apologize for my part in those events. You deserve that, at the very least."
You bow low, both out of respect and to hide your bewilderment. The last thing you were expecting when coming to meet with your Lord was for him to
apologize to you, especially for something he wasn't at fault for. This entire situation has thrown you out of the cheer that had overtaken you just moments before, the shift so sudden it's almost as if you have suffered a bout of whiplash.
"My thanks, Yasuki-sama," you respond. "You show me much honor."
"Only what you deserve, Sosuke-san," the courtier replies. "Only what you deserve."
You nod to your superior as you rise, unsure of what else to say. After all, what words would be appropriate? You've already been all but ordered not to insist Yasuki Goro has nothing to apologize for, so there's little you can do but accept it and move on.
So you do just that, opening the door and heading out to perform your task.
o\O/o
It is approaching evening when you come to the Frilled Lizard, a two-story affair set near the edge of the city. The sign on the inn shows, appropriately enough, a strange lizard with a large frill about its neck. The neighborhood is not exactly rough, for the streets are clean and the people not particularly unkempt, but it is still falls short of where you would expect a Samurai to dwell. All of the people here are farmers or craftsmen, with a few merchants also moving about.
No, it's certainly not where you would expect a Samurai to reside. At least, not Clan Samurai. Ronin would likely base in a place like this, but Ronin will sleep anywhere there's a roof. The inn isn't ramshackle, but it's quite plain. Most certainly, it is beneath Wanli's station.
You enter into the common room, several of the tables filled with those taking their ease from the day's labors. Considering the hour, this comes at no great surprise. The aroma of food wafts through the air, along with the scents of tea and sake. People are laughing, and there's even a performer strumming a samisen over in the corner.
The conversation dies down a little when people notice your entrance, but after a few moments it picks up again. You made no announcement, so that means you weren't there to interfere with their lives. For a great the peasantry, that's really all that matters when Samurai are around.
You spot Shinjo Wanli over in the corner, eating a modest meal of fish and vegetable soup. It appears she has only just sat down to her dinner, however, for the plate and bowl are mostly full. She perks up as you make your way over to her, rising from her seat to address you.
"Greetings, Hiruma-san," she says, bowing. "I must admit I'm surprised to see you again so soon."
"A good evening to you, Shinjo-san," you reply, giving your own bow. "Discussions were quick, as was the advice I sought. I would share my findings with you, if you care to listen."
"Of course!" she replies, rising. She motions to her table. "Over dinner, perhaps? I'm not sure about you, but I'm finding myself quite famished."
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Just to note, if you are going to sell the plan to Shinjo Wanli then that's going to require a Courtier roll. The TN for said roll will be determined by just how exactly you phrase your words.