When the innkeeper arrived to bring the message of her kinsmen down stairs.   Meiwha would draw from her meditation, slipping back on her kimono.  She however would  leave her hair undone flowing freely cascading down over her shoulders and back.  With slipping on her sandals she would make her way back down to the common room of the inn.<br/><br/>Reaching the landing of the stairs leading down.  She first take a pause as her bright blue eyes swept over the room below.  Noting where everyone was.   An in that moment she revisualizes the incident earlier this night.<br/><br/>In that moment a clarity comes to her.  Perhaps the attack had not been on the merchants.  But she herself, for if not by divine faith of the fortunes.  She had been in the exact spot but moments before the oni had come bursting into the room.  Just perhaps it was she it had been after.<br/><br/>Her eyes snap back open again.  She was indeed horny, clenching her thighs together for a brief moment.  Then refocusing, as now she would begin to descend the stairs.  It was time to speak with her clansman, and exhaust that possibility, that it was indeed the merchants and ronin that had been targets.