<span style="color: Purple">"...I would suggest we visit The Liquid Pearl. I have heard it as the latest fashion to start partnerships with friendly sake. If the fortunes favor us, there will be a storyteller present as well."</span><br/><br/>Sabu smiled broad as he swept a hand towards the street leading to the sake house with obvious favoring of that as a next stop. He had also pointed out the Sapphire Blade Dojo, which may be welcoming of witnesses to sparring in this time of peace. It seemed that the Ide was a font of knowledge about the places to see in the city in the night remaining before they departed. His enthusiasm though, while slightly unseemly, marked his obvious enchantment with the Capital's grandeur. Such enchantment left him unaware of a set of eyes observing him and then melding in with the crowd. As if on cue, Ide paused, cleared his throat, folded his hands in front of him, and regarded his two companions.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"I feel that I have taken over this conversation. May I ask for a tale or word about your own deeds? Perhaps as we walk so as to inspire Heimin and Buke we pass."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>