Sabu turned away from the others in the room, his fellow magistrates,  and found his attention caught by his steam cup. The steam receded in reverse timing with the length of the discourse and he recalled an expression he had heard from a monk who witnessed one of his business dealings a year ago. His chin lifted as he just fell short of meeting Isawa's eyes.<br/><span style="color: Purple"><br/>
"Once, I was told that if a discussion outlives a tea's warmth that it should be tabled or taken outdoors. Things become clearer with Lord Sun watching overhead."</span>He bowed his head and turned his head both left and right to acknowledge his companions as being included.<span style="color: Purple">"Shall we decide who carries the blade and our strategy on the road or perhaps we can meditate upon this in the legendary gardens this city is known for?"</span><br/><br/>He offered those who could see him and those who met his eyes a charming picture of an Ide smile, his eyes making no effort to hide his sincerity.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>