Sabu looked towards the others. He considered the importance of their mission, the importance of diplomacy, and how it may sour their efforts if Lion blood were spilled for any reason. In the end, he decided to follow the path of Courtesy<br/><br/>There was a sickly taste in his mouth. A dry sensation that formed a rock in his gut. He stepped into the inn room and out of the way of the door so the warriors would have unhindered access to his front if things went sour. His arms went wide to his sides, palms upraised with one bearing the badge of office of an Emerald Magistrate. He waited until some of the less inebriated among them noticed and gave his best warm smile.<br/><br/><span style="color: Purple">"Lion-san, Ashigaru, certainly there is room for all if we remain as collected as we have been thus far. For we deserve..."</span><br/><br/>He looked into the lead man's face which was sour, disdainful, and dismissive. At best, he may have given pause with the badge but his words were too peaceful to reach the hearts of the men of war. As Sabu lowered his palms to rest on the side of the obi that held his wakizashi, he could only hope that he had reached someone. Still, he took a look to his companions, and dipped his head slightly to the nearest one indicating wariness if diplomacy failed.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>