<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Shizuru, Demon Samurai Bartender</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div align="center">(http://i1264.photobucket.com/albums/jj499/MzHyde/Character%20Portraits/Nakaru.jpg)</div></div></div><strong>Location:</strong>Booth<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jack<br/><br/>Shizuru had certainly encountered opponents she'd felt unprepared for. Not many in the mortal realm could match her, true, but the underworld was host to more horrors than you could count and many of them could drive lesser beings insane on mere sight. It was not pleasant. Then again, that was kind of the point. She'd been in quite a few encounters where she thought she was about to be destroyed - but Jack didn't need to know that. Shizuru just remained quiet and listened to the rest of his story. When he finished, she cocked her head at him, peering at him from behind her shades. Even with the dark glasses on it was very clear that she was looking right into his eyes. Her silence told the story well enough; she knew he was lying, at least partially. She didn't feel the need to point it out or make mention, however. If he didn't want to tell the whole truth, there was no point in trying to make him.<br/><br/>After a moment or two passed he filled her drink and she took a sip. Setting the ochoko down, Shizuru would remark, "That was due mostly in thanks to some showmanship on my part and overzealous villagers. I certainly didn't argue with the results though. Anyway, I assume we've both been called here for the same reason. We're certainly not regular patrons. No offense, but we both stick out like sore thumbs here, even amongst such 'illustrious' clientele. Do you know the owner?"