Private Meeting Room

    "Seya-san... that is all. You are dismissed to the courtyard."
    Tika Seya would then be expected to exit the room immediately. Provided she did so, only a moment would pass before he could hear shuffling at the same door.

    ".. Come in!"
    Ketsueki would hear that familiar voice and inviting tone. She would be given passage to enter, and after the ceremonial proceedings, the guards slid shut the door. Genji was seen sitting in sieza in the same room he had met with her before. @chineseprincess had been instructed to scoot to one side, clearing the way for the entry of their guest.

    "Akiyama-san... show Pana your wounds. Pana... show me a demonstration, if you will, of your capability." These lasts words were said with nearly a whisper, he himself ever cognizant of the presence of the guards right outside the room...

    Genji could be seen beaming, clapping as though he had witnessed an amazing performance. He knew it: he had an excellent hand to play with Pana around. As the spell and his excitement died down, and Ketsueki's shock subsides, he then breaks a very charged silence.
    "Very good, very good! That was most excellent, Pana, and thank you! You shall feast well tonight, I assure you. Both of you have been provided rooms... and for now," he looked at @ketsueki, "I think you are surely most eager to experience your body and the world as it should be again, Ketsueki... you may depart the way you came. Make sure you are prepared for this evening," he said with a smile. Should Ketsueki depart, he'd turn to Pana, now that he was alone with her.

    "Curious," he said, in a very patient sort of tone. "Tell me about your past. What happened, and how did you get here? I would like to know your story."

Pana smiled when Genji complimented her work. It wasn't often she received praise. When Genji asked about her past, however, she returned to her frowning mood.

"My lord....It isn't a pleasant story." She said, avoiding eye contact.

"When I was very young I my parents died in a raid and I was left alone. Because of my size I wasn't allowed to do much even in the orphanage where I was raised. After becoming a young adult I ventured into the world looking for a way off Takawashi due to my powers. Eventually I came across a handsome young man who claimed to like me despite my powers....instead, he wanted me to nurse his workers back to full health so they wouldn't need to rest, making me little more than his slave. For most of my adult life I lived with him as the halfling equivalent of a footstool until there was an attack on his home. I managed to escape but around the time I met miss Seya we were attacked by bandits, as she mentioned."

She paused and stood to her full height, which wasn't even enough to see Genji in the eyes if he was on his knees.

"I will serve you, my lord, but my dream is to leave this land for good. I hear of a land far away from here where magic is accepted and my kind is more numerous."

"I don't know...I was too young to remember my parents. I didn't even know I was a halfling until the slaver took me in. I always figured I was...just short for my age." She shrugged, realizing how silly it all sounded but not being able to give a better excuse.

"I discovered my powers in the orphanage. We had a rat problem and the owners set out traps for them. unfortunately for the rats the traps were flawed in that they didn't kill instantly. Whenever I found one still alive I would heal it back secretly and let it go. The owners never found out and just assumed it was a really big rat problem. I did learn of another power I had around the same time the slaver took me in, however...."

Pana began to make similar hand and foot movements to when she healed the others but instead of beautiful golden light a sickly black aura emanated from her. Wisps of darkness danced around her hands and fingers, a hushed but violent whisper coming from the black light.

"I dare not attempt this against someone so kind as yourself or your men," She spoke as she made the movements with her hands, "But while I am capable of giving life to people I can take it away just as easily."

She eventually slowed her movements to a stop, causing the dark aura and wisps to vanish into nothing.

"Since it and my healing are a form of magic, even something like miss Seya's blade is enough to negate my powers."

Pana stood up and kept her head down, bowing to Genji as she left the room.

"Thank you, my lord. I hope I can be of service to you in the future." She said before leaving for good.

Kaen entered as requested keeping his gaze averted from that of Hizashi-sama, he knelt down in front of him placing both palms in front of him, on the floor putting his hands in a diamond formation and hanging his head almost in between his hands, not moving or speaking until spoken to.

Kaen rose but still averted his gaze "Yes Hizashi-sama, my family has a 'gift' but they would rather call it a curse. An ancestor laid with a Oni, which caused magic to be born within the first born sons. I managed to hid it for years. They exiled me when they found out I hid it." He left out a hefty sigh, moving the hair away from his left red eye, whispering a few words to his left hand drawing a flame from a near by flame and it danced being no bigger than his palm, bowing before Hizashi-sama. With his right palm his opened a jug of water on his obi, pulling the water out, creating a dragon from it, swirling and going around the dancer. "I don't like to use it. But there is a certain beauty to magic. " He put his palms together creating a puff of steam. "I can't control it for too long, Hizashi-sama but I wish to know more. I can control it but not create it. But I've read some of my family were able to create it in time."

Nods in agreement "Yes Hizashi-sama. As you wish." He smiled a bit at this. People feared magic, this place seemed to relish in it, it was refreshing. "Magic is often misused or mistreated, just like a sword. I believe that just like a sword, one should learn to wield it properly if not they will perish." he said keeping his head down, "My father viewed it as a curse for our misdeeds. Often time the cursed one would be put to the sword, I suppose since I was the son for the Head of our clan, I was excused." he sighed sadly.