Chénmò de dīyǔ ( Tea House )

Yasuke nodded and grabbed the sack of from Xiong and satisfied with its size he put it into his ropes. Careful? Well he might agree with Xiong on the surface and he had to admit it had been a tight one, but luckily it seemed to have worked out. Also with this sort of risk, the reward was usually great.

Yasuke looked at the foreigner and kinda wanted to go and spend his money on something stupid, but when presented with some wine he couldn't resist having a taste. And as it turned out, it wasn't all that bad either, though he preferred the stuff that tasted of less because he was able to down it a bit faster.
"This is alright, Xiong." Yasuke said having already drunk one third of it in one go though.

Hearing the tall man with the friendly eyes speaking to Yasuke he was slightly surprised.
"Ohh me..? Well yes I guess the position is preeetty important!" Yasuke said slightly uncomfortable though he did appreciate the foreigner's words as he downed another huge mouthful of wine barely without tasting it. Among these two gentlemen Yasuke did feel slightly out of place.

Some time behind the young samurai woman came her opposite. Meek, ever smiling, and wearing a kimono that was such a light red it was arguably pink, one could hardly have imagined seeing them in the same room.

And yet, there they were.

The tea house had become quite busy, bustling with enough business that the young man wasn't quite sure where to go. After a moment of scanning, he did find one seat.

His stride was effortless and much more graceful than it had to be when he walked over to the rough female samurai in green. He took a bow when his eyes met hers.

"A good evening to you. I hope you wouldn't mind some company today, as there seems to be little place else to sit."

A fairly diminutive woman followed on the heels of the flamboyant man, going relatively unnoticed behind the man standing out ahead of her. With slow but lengthy strides, she made her way through the teahouse, absorbed in a book she held. Reaching the table where the unlikely pair were, she looked directly down, seemingly not finding what she was looking for, a seat. She directed a hard glare at a nearby man with an empty cup in front of him, who immediately stood up, seemingly in recognition, and gestured to the seat.

"Please, please. I was just leaving." The woman nodded, a small smile passing across her face as she hooked a foot around the chair and dragged it over to the table again. Seating secured, she dropped into it, bringing her legs to her chest while the pages of the book continued flipping periodically. She let out a quiet, "Ohhh. I see."

She did not appear to have noticed or acknowledged the other two at the table.

Amai also took a moment to look around a bit more. 

Upon first glance when she walked in she figured something was up, but she was more willing to brush off any sort of odd details. She was tired and there was a place to sit and that had been enough for her at that moment. Now, however, after having sat down for a bit, the initial uneasiness didn't go away and she decided she wasn't staying here. This was the first time Amai had even been in a brothel, after all, so there was a bit of nervousness. 

It was then that the other woman sat at their table, not acknowledging them, instead burying herself face first in some book. A few moments later Taro began speaking nervously, stumbling over his words. Before Taro or Aki for that matter noticed Amai's nervousness, her expression changed to an insulted one, and she gave Taro a pointed look for a good few seconds. She was even about to say something of his poor word choice before she figured it was not worth the effort, writing off his words as a simple nervous blunder.

"Well, I'm done with this place, I'm leaving," she said, getting up and leaving a coin for the sake she had drunk, before glancing at Taro, "You can come if you want, or perhaps stay here and find some whore to keep you company."

Her last few words held a bit more of an edge to them, but nevertheless, she turned to leave after saying them. 

The lone young man wasn't quite sure what else he expected. Certainly not to be insulted, but it was only expected that they'd leave. He got up, waving after them.

"Now, hold on. That was my idea first, I-"

They were gone, and so was he, teetering out the door... but not without a glance back before he exited completely.

"I would very much appreciate that." He said, smiling.

"Reputation is all well and good, I did not expect you to bring someone you didn't speak highly of. Fortunately, I would not be here if your reputation hadn't already been accounted for by sources I trust. We are most definitely interested in obtaining your services."

"Ohayō gozai-masu." A voice far to deep greeted a passer by. The owner of the voice loomed over the recipient, offering a meek and slightly confused wave as they went separate ways.

Wandering the streets of Kiyonai had become a passed time for the desert dweller in recent days.

His bright eyes connected with another set of dark eyes, " Ohayō gozai-masu~" He sang with a warm smile and wave again.

"oh-Ohayōgozaimasu." replied the young man who stared at the scared giant as he strode by, curiosity plain on his face.
What was that fellow clutching so preciously?

Oh how nice it was to receive a "good morning" Perhaps it was the open smile that earned Tam this simple gesture, the mirth in his step maybe... Or perhaps it was that he seemed less strange to these people each day.

Tam had spent the days after his encounter at the tea house exploring the city and eventually the woods and mountains surrounding Kiyonai, scouring them infact ,for rumors of beautiful places, and he had not been disappointed, though these pale-green-landers seemed to misunderstand his demands at first. Several fled in terror when he asked , more than some actually drew blades against him--- Apparently it was custom to duel a man, revealing such secretes only after they had been bested--- though with a puzzled expression as if he had asked them why thief lost fingers after being caught or why one didn't pour water into red stone.

But in the end none of that had mattered, He had found what he had been searching for--- Clutching the rectangle wrapped in cloth tightly to his chest, the dune lander beamed--- He'd share this with his new friend...

The tea house came into view and soon enough he was walking through the door,

" Ohayōgozaimasu."He made certain to say it properly this time as his voice filled the room like a gentle warmth on a cold day. He took a spot off side of the door and waited, trying desperately to contain the excitement in his face, and to keep his eyes from darting around the room like a bird.

The man's expression did not change much, a slight upward curl of the corners of his lips, his back a hair straighter than it already was--- but for As'deen he might as well have been grinning ear to ear when she rounded the corner in such a hury, he had a to stifle a chuckle seeing how excited she was to see him. Far to easy to read, it was clearly meant with some humor, but the vigor in which she drug him across the floor put a warmth in his face, and a smile on his face.

It had been a very long time since a woman had flirted with him so openly, the jealous frowns of the men waiting affirmed his suspicions. He tensed his arm a hair with an open smile at Chen. He'd not go easily just because she tugged--- that'd be too easy--- but his steps didn't exactly slow much--

"I would very much like tea Chen-hau." He said bowing his head slightly, the subtle smile still on his lips, but a more eager one was set in his eyes as he took a seat at the table she had lead them to. Placing the somewhat large rectangle gently on the table.

Xiong drank some more of his spiced wine "Yes of course Yasuke. wouldnt want to keep you from your duties. Someone might notice." He said cheerfully. He set a token on the table infront of Yasuke, it had some foreign symbols on it. "Take this to Chen-Hua. Its for our premium room. In case you need an alibi... Or a good time" He added a playful wink. He poured another glass of wine for Goto, "Of course I would expect some support on your end too, Goto." he said his tone returning to a more business like stature. "Yes, bringing in my best spy is a gamble but my sources says you are trustable and I wanted to show you that my business is legitimate." He smiled putting a scroll on the tables detailed with some snippets of information that Yaskue already sold. "Take this with you, a show of good trust."