If Sabu was pleased with the result, he gave no outward expression of that response. Just as the threat of violence was quelled, so to did the lump in the Courtier's throat. He looked to Michi, his face a calm mirror, though his eyes may have hinted at both his gratitude and disappointment. While he was glad someone could still the waters before it became a drowning tsunami of blades and blood, he still hoped that it would have been his words that did such.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"Bayushi-San has the right of it. Let us be like the water kami rather than the fire kami."</span>He turned to the old woman, searching for the relief he expected to see in her expression.<span style="color: Purple">"Perhaps tea will suffice for the rest of the evening and further requests for sake reserved for private discourse in our own rooms for the evening."</span><br/><br/>He smiled at the old woman, then turned and smiled at the Lion and peasants each in turn, bowing his head at polite angle according to expectation, though perhaps a bit lower than is strictly comfortable with regards to the peasants. He was Unicorn after all and Courtesy demanded no less of him. After giving wordless greeting to each, he stepped fully into the room, found an empty table and knelt with his back to the lions and his blade set to the proper side as wordless promise that<i>I am not a threat.</i>He left the seats facing the group to the more martially inclined and hoped to have a bit of tea before turning in for the evening.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>