<span style="color: red">"Not a soul with the wisdom to stay quiet."</span><br/><br/>The Bayushi had taken well to the road, at least outwardly, and it was only when the rain began to fall upon the travelling coterie did her mood sour. She had a paper umbrella, the dark material soon becoming too flimsy for the severity of the rain. She stood like a statue near the back next to Tomomi, and her eyes did not look away from the inn matron's as she tilted her head.<br/><br/><span style="color: red">"Speak of your ills, old one"</span>she does not whisper these words as she joins the Ide in pursuing whatever was happening inside the inn proper.<span style="color: red"> "We would not be doing our jobs as Magistrates were we to leave problems unresolved. Be they caused by Lion or Monkey." </span>Michi looked towards the road, her mind racing to confirm her suspicions on basic Rokuganni geography as the rest of her mind longed desperately to be dry once more.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>