Masa appeared in a small tavern, hiding the fact that she was a shinobi by wearing her simple black kimono. Her grey eyes scanned the odd crowd. She was already an outsider. She had let her people mingle with the locals so they could decide for themselves if they wanted to stay. Maa hoped that some of them would be able to find a home here.
She was on a bar stool cane in hand, a drink in the other. Her eyes glanced around. There was no one familiar here. Everyone was peaceful here, it seemed. Masa had no reason to be distrustful, yet. Masa thought about the warning Hoshikata gave her and scoffed a little into her drink.
Whatever happens, happens.
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She was on a bar stool cane in hand, a drink in the other. Her eyes glanced around. There was no one familiar here. Everyone was peaceful here, it seemed. Masa had no reason to be distrustful, yet. Masa thought about the warning Hoshikata gave her and scoffed a little into her drink.
Whatever happens, happens.
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