Sabu looked at the heimin, studying the woman's face. He caught the emotion in her face when she looked at Michi and Tomomi and wondered about her need. He turned his head and adjusted his hat in the same motion hoping to get a better view of what lay inside.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"Are your visitors suck that they can make such noise unnoticed? Perhaps we can ask them to let you sleep."</span><br/><br/>The hat on his head slipped once again, as it has constantly for the past hour through the rain. He was certain it would be a private joke between the magistrates, especially when he was convinced by one of his companions to reveal that he actually disliked the feeling of rain water directly upon his head. He had loaned his umbrella to one of his  companions or to his servant if all the others were so prepared, as he could not fathom anyone enjoying that. So his travel kimono was wet at the shoulders, clinging to a frame that was more used to slinging product and savings than any great duty, but still tight from a Unicorn's work with horses.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"If it would please you, Oba-san, May I at least request a stable for my servant to secure some goods of his, even if we cannot find extra room?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>