Kitamaru had slept, somewhat. Another Scorpion could possibly tell, even under the mask, wrappings and hat
The Shosuro's body tingled slightly, head unclear.
A moment passed, around the corner from the embassy, a breath was taken. Nerves were ruthlessly subdued by the mind.
Kitamaru walked to the entrance, anticipation already building again when papers where handed to the guard.
"Yes, Bayushi-sama, I will wait. Thank you."
It continued as the second guard and Kitamaru stared and said nothing. Showing that a moment was needed, yet again, would only betray weakness.
Allowed inside, the Shosuro waited again in the reception room. Then again in a hallway. Then once more in an antechamber. Then finally the call came from an attendant. Kitamaru stood, the tea left by the servant untouched, soul lacking balance, but body steady finally.
A scratch on the door was next.
_________________ Scorpion Clan • Bushi • Quiet • Loyal Glory: 3 | Status: 1 | Honor: Untrustworthy Carries: Daisho, Kimono/Sandals, Hat, Kiseru, Cup, Fan, shakuhachi flute When Allowed: Armor, Yumi/Arrows
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