Emi rested her gauntleted fist on the neck of the horse that she had been given to for this journey.  She didn't like riding and wasn't a skilled rider.  But of course, she never complained about the duty, simply went about it with an unrelenting energy that would have made her family proud.  She turned adjusted her helmet slightly, then turned to face the Dragon samurai.  After hearing him out, she nodded silently in affirmation.<br/><br/>Then she kicked the flanks of her horse, setting it to a ground eating trot as they made their way into the city.  Though she was armoured, she showed no particular fatigue from the journey.  Nor did the idea of presenting herself to the Governor armed and armoured particularly bother her.  After all, it's what her own father would have expected from any of his retainers.<br/><br/>As they walked their horses through the city, Emi touched the hilt of her grandmother's katana lightly.  She had other weapons, of course, but the familiar weight of her grandmother's sword was comforting as she rode through the unfamiliar city with its masked inhabitants.  Still, she had a job to do.  "Let's find the governor," she said in a low voice.