An armed little girl that this man answers to, or at least hold some sway. This bears further investigation, however stranger things have happened . . . I am not certain her rank, but the old man suggests that she is on his level at least, so I will have to act accordingly.He clearly notices the weaponry, his one eye dancing between the blades before coming to rest with this new entrant.
"Very well. As I was discussing, Samura has lost their grip over matters within Kusari. They no longer dictate what the Hogosha can do at large, and it is apparent to any with vision that they will ultimately lose their bid for reclaiming power. If they wish to reclaim power, it would have to be through the cooperation of groups like mine, but they are not the way forward for Kusari and so I do not find myself motivated to aid them in this quest. So, I come to you to see how we may genuinely benefit each other, in the spirit of these changing times. With things as they are, I would have difficulty finding valid reasons to consider the Blood Dragons as an enemy into the future."
He takes note that the old man not having taken a drink, nor did he pour one for his guest in turn.
Perhaps the old Dragon is a teetotaler after all. And now I'm really curious where they get their blades . . .
