The Drunken Otter Sake House

If she was able, Kiara would try to steal a glance of the meeting from outside and see who it was Tika was meeting with, but she would not linger, hoping not to get caught as they talked.

The whether was nasty with the rain pouring down in robes and Haya didn't even remember how long she had rode today, but she couldn't remember she had stopped for lunch. She quickly dismounted the horse at the first sign of an establishment of an agreeable nature.
"The Drunken Otter?" Haya spoke the name out for herself before tying the black and white horse outside the Sake House. "I suppose I shouldn't judge it for its name, I just hope it has something other than just sake and drunken mammals to offer." she said and felt her stomach growl.

She entered the Sake establishment as one of the servant girls there helped her get her heavy armor off. It was a relief, but she felt the eyes upon her as she, a woman, was wearing a tailored samurai armor. Even in the large city of Kiyonai this seemed to be an oddity. It was the same where she came from too, but not more than people knew you were proven as soon as they saw you wearing the armor.

"Thank you very much! A table please? And for heavens sake a menu card please!" she said jokingly with a warm smile as she was escorted to a table nearby where she could finally rest a bit and dry herself. Well... hopefully the peace would last. Some of the people seemed to look at her with less than pleasant eyes, but then again in the Hizashi main city where every samurai was firmly under Hizashi banner, she was not, and who could blame them their distrust? She looked the part of a ronin sneaking into the city in the cover of rain and darkness pretty well.

Mordred arrives at the Drunken Otter and takes a seat a table with three chairs.

"Well, It's just a hunch, but yeah. I've heard word that someone who regularly visits this place is trying to create an immortality elixer, and an associate of mine was going to come to confirm."

"Kiiihihihi! An elixir of immortality? Vou cannot be serious?" The wiry little man laughed the next table let loose his mirth. He took the thrid seat at the table without asking. "If vou are telling the truth I know someone who would pay une fortune pour such a potion." The man's Gaulish accent was thick his voice high and raspy.

Tsatsa’s expression darkened. “Artificial immortality is just a way to cheat fate. People should live and die naturally. Otherwise they will suffer a fate worse than death.”

The little man was actually named Scag and was a servant to Reese, but that hardly mattered because it appeared he was about to die. Screaming in panic Scag toppled backward throwing his hands up to protect himself. The little knife he always played with went flying along with three fingers and a hand.

"S-s-s'il v-v-vous p-p-p-plaît, Nooo." Scag whimpered as he clutched his severed arm. Blood seeps through the stump despite the burns. The dying man's eyes are transfixed by the burning sword.