Past the cheerful roar of the crowd within the tavern and sliding between skeptic glances that fixed the newly arrived guest, a shadowy figure strolled ever closer and vanished at some point.
The various people and the overall interior of the place drew attention from one corner to the next. When returning the glance forward once more, a rather tall figure with an imposing pressence stood before Katashi, claded in ceremonial warrior garments, all but a helmet, and clenching one of the finest examples of a katana in hand.
The guard stared down at the guest, his gaze bore the unmistake-able intent to kill. Despite all that, he stepped aside and offered passing, his arm lifted slightly in courtesy towards the direction where Katashi should go next"Lord Hashirama is expecting you."he mentioned in a calm manner. Directly upfront was a private booth, alike the others present within the locale. This one however, had a door at the end-side, slightly cracked open at which two more warriors stood guard and motioned for the guest to enter.
Past that, and beyond a short corridor flooded with dim red lights, lay a cozy room. A few couches lay here and there for extra accomodation while in the middle of the room, an elderly figure sat and waited upon one of the two stools prezent at the table before him, behind him and by the walls close to the table stood what seemed to be four manequins plated from top to bottom with the same type of heavy armor platings the warrior that greeted Katashi was wearing, katana by the left side and clenching a spear in the right.
Hashirama took notice of the man approaching, and beckoned him to come have a seat"Fuma Katashi, I presume ? Please, join me. I believe we have a few matters that require discussion."the old man ushered with a friendly, jestfull voice tone.
