Cora
*Hitoshi rides the horse around town, trying to find the Oni butcher. He adjusts his bladed gauntlets, tenses his shoulders and coughs. Although he shouldn't shed blood here unless absolutely necessary if at all, he fears he might be forced to get into a combat situation, so he's on guard.*
Amie
*He'd have no trouble navigating the busy, moving city streets. The foot traffic practically carried him to the butcher's place, where a crowd of six or seven people were yelling and throwing various rotten vegetables at the storefront. The one window looking forward was broken with a sheet laying over it, a popular target for the projectiles. They were cursing at the owner as well, accusing him of this and that. It was clearly a more radical group of anti-Oni citizens, though there were no guards on this street.*

*Hitoshi was to escort the owner, Ramafes, to the gates on the other side of town. The Oni was likely inside.*
Cora
*Hitoshi ties the horse up just outside the store, and walks towards the butcher's shop door, his ears tilting back in annoyance and his brow furrowing as he shoves past the small crowd of harassers. He normally doesn't mind loud noises or crowds, hell, he often likes that, but this nasty jeering and yelling rubs him the wrong way. Witch hunts are always nasty unless you're bad enough to be part of them.*
Amie
*Hitoshi would feel what was probably a rotten plum hitting the small of his back as he made his way. A burly looking Macen with half a mustache (left side) would be glowering and yelling.* "He's selling Macen meat, you freak! Get out of here!" *More jeering from the crowd, but no more projectiles at him. They would land close, though.*

*The door was, obviously, locked. An alley went around to the side, or Hitoshi could alternatively knock, but it would be hard to distinguish from the thumping of produce. The sheet over the window blew in the wind, stained in various colors.*
Cora
*Hitoshi just takes the alley and sees if he can get in from the side. No use trying to knock on the door when all hell has broken loose out front.*
Amie
*A rotten cabbage would follow Hitoshi as he walked around, bursting on the wall next to him. The alley continued to the next street, where a carriage sat. However, after a little bit of walking, he'd find a side door with a slotted window, currently closed. Arguing could be heard inside, but it didn't seem very aggressive.*
Cora
*Hitoshi is about to raise his hand to flip off the group lobbing rotten produce at him, but stops himself, realising that provoking the already angry crowd isn't a good idea.

He uses that same hand to knock on the door, deciding to tilt his hat to the side, covering his face from the crowd, just in case yet more **Very friendly** Folks felt like giving him more of a warm welcome.*
Amie
*The arguing indie would stop for a second, followed by the slot opening. A pair of red eyes looked through, analyzing Hitoshi.* "You the guy?" *The voice was gruff and suspicious.*
Cora
"From the New Sunlight Guild? Yeah."

*Hitoshi tries looking back up at the man through the slit.*

"I've come to stop them from... Doing violent things." *He peers at the mob outside.*
Amie
"No, we're attracting them." *With the slide of a bolt, the door unlocked, and the Oni pulled it open. He was large, not shifted to look like a Mogash or Selnari, but in his natural ogre form, tusks, horns, and all. The woman and children behind him, though, were shifted to look more sociable, with hoods over their horns.*

"I don't want that mob trailing my family, escort or not. You Sunlight guys are okay, but not subtle. My family will take that carriage," *The Oni said, pointing to the end of the alley,* "While we're walking out front. That gonna work for you?"

*The Oni was planning to divert all the mob's attention to himself, with Hitoshi as his guard, while his family left quietly through another gate.*
Cora
"That works. I can do that."

*Hitoshi nods his head, arms folded. He was willing to take the brunt of some commoner's muscle for this man to keep his family safe.*
Amie
*Ramafes nodded before turning to his family and explaining some instructions. As they grabbed their things and and filed into the alley, towards their cart, one of the Macen out front stepped into the alley.* "Hey, there he is!" *The Macen was waving more people into the alley now, though no one else had rounded the corner yet.*

*Ramafes made himself as large as possible, standing in the middle of the alley and growling. His family was attempting to stay out of sight while they made their escape.*
Cora
*Of course, a 5'7 kitsune isn't as large or as unnerving as an Oni, so he leaves the intimidating part to Ramafes.

However, he does crack his knuckles, scowling at the mob, not only ready for a fistfight but almost wanting to beat these assholes up. Hitoshi was no saint himself, but he couldn't help but despise the people who jumped on such a ridiculous bandwagon as an Oni butchering people, internally deeming them as complete morons he would absolutely love to rough up a little.*