The Diamond District was home to the elite of Sunagakure. Of note, this particular home was the residence of Aburabuta Hirotomi. He was not home at this present time, he had several endeavors to manage in Soons Haven. However, his estate was under the care of two employees. The rest had unfortunately met with an untimely fate, not at Hirotomi's hands for the most part. There were a few instances, such as the beheading of those criminals to make a statement to that vigilante Kasha. It was unfortunate that he refused his request for employment, but it was somewhat expected. He wanted to sow the seeds of suspicion into the mysterious masked man and posture him as well against Soon's free of his coin-purse. This was a dangerous game he was playing, this charade. His motives were obvious to anyone who shared his business savvy, he was going to destroy the Merchant Lords of Soons Haven. He did not need an army, Sunagakure was merely a paycheck away. But if one was to waste their stores funding a war, then there would be no wealth left for him to maintain. You don't become a man of such status without being fiscally responsible.
Battered and bleeding, a man was dragged into the Aburabuta complex. There were rumors about this one, he was a killer - the kind that kills his own family. The kind that forsakes his own lover. The kind that betrays his village. The kind of man that Aburabuta could control. There was only one great power in this world and that was wealth, it was something his underlings understood only remedially. They supported him because their paychecks were bigger than they could get elsewhere, the benefits of even being associated with Aburabuta were numerous. The women, the parties, the peers. The lives of those around Hirotomi were glamorous but also short. These two men were Aburabuta's longest-lived allies, the lawyer now reaching his fifth year and the body guard on his seventh. Most are lucky to last the month, perhaps the bussinessman was sentimental but it was unlikely. They were profoundly proficient at their duties.
"Leave him here, we don't want his blood to soil the carpet,"</B><i></i> the red-head instructed. The marble floor in the foyer was significantly easier to clean, basic logic one would think but it was astonishing how many underlings would not have the presence of mind to consider. <B>"He looks like he might die..." the lawyer added, a trace of concern in his voice. It was not for Homura's well-being, but rather for the sake of their employment. The big oaf bagged himself a cute girl, that was for certain but if anything went wrong on that dalliance there would be hell to pay. This was their opportunity to remain on Aburabuta's good-side. The silent bodyguard perhaps had remedial knowledge of healing, enough to know how to wind a bandage and apply pressure. Meanwhile the red-head started pulling papers from his briefcase. IF this man awoke, there were going to be some terms in need of discussion.
IF YOU ACCEPT, PLEASE ENTER HOMURA.
IF Homura went upstairs, a single door down a massive hallway lined with thick richly stained dark mahogany doors would be left ajar. His sword left standing against the wall in plain sight. The room was nice enough in consideration of the household he was staying in, but far from the presidential suite. A mere 2000 thread-count on those sheets, the canopy over the bed made the room seem almost feminine with the gilded scrolling embroidery and foreign furniture that seemed to smell strangely of citrus and sage. A thick wool carpet covered a wooden floor, another rarity in this region of Wind Country, likely imported from outside of the country. The drawers were already filled strangely enough with dark suits and matching black ties. The dresser top already lined with hygiene product that could make most women jealous. As for personal affects, there were none. Sizing up a man was an easy enough thing to do, break into their home and move them in... now that is just a bit creepy. Considering the state of the man, it was likely he was a vagrant in any case.