<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6e/7d/47/6e7d47132f84291ec0a685c8a643809d.jpg)</div><strong>Location:</strong>Court<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>As Depicted<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Yuriko Ishida placed a fist to her heart and bowed at the waist as her King passed by, then took her place just behind the throne. Lady Ishida unfortunately fell ill the night before and would not be joining the rest of the harem in welcoming the new princess. In truth only her husband and liege, King Marik, knew that the gentle geisha of the inner chamber and the steel-eyed kunoichi behind him were the same woman. It was better for everyone this way, she had told him once. And considering she had followed up on a few leads tied to an attempt on his new bride’s life, she had been right.<br/><br/>The mercenaries she’d taken out on the road had been smart, passing themselves off as bandits. Unfortunately they were still foolish enough to mistake her gender for a weakness, and they paid the price. At least now she had a name for the man who hired them. Sprug. A disgusting name for a disgusting man. Who was he working for, though? All of the suspects that immediately came to mind were noblemen, young and ambitious. Until she had more evidence, she would keep her opinions to herself. She just needed to find this Sprug.<br/><br/>Her silky ebony hair was tied back in a long ponytail, the creamy skin of her face hidden beneath a black cloth mask wrapped over her nose and mouth. A simple olive shirt could just be made out between the straps of her leather vest and armguards, each ending in black fingerless gloves. A pair of matching dark brown legguards covered her pants, ending in soft black tabi. On her back, just above a belt lined with shuriken, rested two sheaths. The longer sheath held a katana, and for her weaker hand was a shorter wakizashi. Yuriko was as deadly as she was beautiful.