"Masks?" comes a voice from nearby, cutting off the merchant before he had a chance to more than open his mouth. It is the samurai who lept into the fight with the oni. Now that you have a bit more time to examine him, he seems a plain looking man in black and grey robes, perhaps around 30 years of age. “My name is Meishozo Nisei. I’m a Witch Hunter, trained by the Kuni. I found traces of that beast back at the warehouse district, and I’ve been tracking it ever since.”<br/><br/>He glances around at the gathering crowds and a flicker of perhaps annoyance crosses his face. He steps in and lowers his voice. "Maho." he says. "Is there somewhere we may speak privately?"