Continued
Ishimaru (round stone)sat against the wall, playing with his long red braid as it dangled out from under his grass hat. He wore a solid blue robe, lacking any design whatsoever and leather sandles. His legs were bandaged to his knees, as were his other comrades. They had been gone for several weeks and he was growing impatient.
Thier mission to find and return the Ere had finally lead them here but to what end.
The interrogation had went well, but the information was several years old. There was no way of knowing she was still here.
Momiji (Crimson blade) looked up from his bowl of ramen. "Fretting over the mission again. Relax, we'll find her." He placed the bowl to his mouth and took a loud slurp. Iwao made a disqusted face from where he was standing. Noone noticed. The female of there group, (a women with short black hair) gazed half listening into a photograph. "There's gotta be something familar about her. No matter how old the picture is."
We flash to the picture. A women in a hood (Her face hidden) holding a small child, wrapped in a blanket. Only the childs face shows (sleeping).
Master Yamashitta appeared at thier table to ask them the usual. "How was your meal? Would you like some more? Have you tried the GoldWind? Why not? It's the drink of the house. The three of them after light conversation excused themselves, insisting they had relatives in the nearby village, when offered a room (Low rent.)
They passed Iwao on the way out, none saying a word. Only a flicker of recognition in the womens eyes.
