Sayomi remained calm and practically impassive as the heimen spoke over her guests to tell them that the inn was full, or they had little food left. Whatever the reason, her features remained  neutral and her eyes focused into narrow slits as she scrutinized the thin reasoning behind why exactly they were being turned away. It did not pain her that the one to turn them away was a peasant, she was far better than to think so lowly of the heimen but this woman was obstructing their divine duty and for something as petty as fear of two of her party.<br/><br/>After her party all spoke their peace the woman approached the door, gently patting Sabu on the shoulder to let the man know she approaching from behind. Once in front of the group of bushi the woman cleared her throat as gently , remembering to keep the tact and mannerisms of her station<span style="color: teal">. <b>“ You have no food, or is your inn full? You have spake of two reasons now to keep us out of the door.”</b> </span>As she spoke, Sayomi kept one pale, delicate hand on the  kashira, or pommel, of her blade and with the other gently reached into the silken powder blue obi that held her kimono together.<br/><br/>A moment later she pulled out a closed fist and slowly upturned her palm. Previously clutched in her fist was the magistrate’s badge of office, now on display for the old woman to gaze at openly.<span style="color: teal">"<b>So now I ask you to reconsider. Are you full, or are you out of food? If it is the latter, then we will take board anyway and if it is the former then I humbly request you let us at least peer inside."</b></span>. Her words were calm and non-threatening on the outside but behind them was a steel that just dared them to be tested. It may be unlike a Crane to be aggressive but Sayomi had clearly done her best at it while also being cordial.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>