It took some time for him to take in the strangeness of his surroundings, this 'man' in a striped outfit, loud and outspoken, and the female....<br/><br/>She had shown great respect in her bow, and had spoken in his native tongue.  Of course it would be unthinkable not to return the honour, and so he bent at the waist, deeply, yet still keeping his keen eyes on the both of them, his hand resting gently on the length of steel tucked into his belt, directing the bow at both of them.<br/><br/>"Ohayou gozaimasu" he spoke, but heard something completely different leave his mouth, alien to his ears but the sound of "Good Morning", whatever that meant.  This place was bewitched!  The startled look on his face, covered briefly as he brought his hand to his mouth in surprise.  And from that point, his words would continue to be so, his own language transformed.  He had understood both the male and the female perfectly when they had spoken.  Perhaps this magic allowed him to do so.  Struggling past his confusion, he saw the bottle produced from behind the counter top, the glasses and for a moment his guard lowered.  He suddenly became aware of his thirst and his hunger, and moved cautiously toward the wooden bar.  The coloured liquid was strange to him, as was it's smell, but after watching them both drink heartily, and not drop to the floor, he decided it could not be poisoned and took up the remaining glass.<br/><br/>"Kampai!" he exclaimed, raising the glass and tipping the liquid into his mouth.  A familiar burn in the back of his throat told him it was a bracing spirit indeed, but with a taste quite unlike sake.  Returning the glass to it's place, he watched as the striped male placed a coloured piece of paper on the counter, and wondered if that was a method of payment.<br/><br/>"Thank you Sir, I am in your debt.  One I will repay before you leave", a slight nod in his direction.<br/><br/>"Thank you my Lady", he spoke softly.  "Your spirit is fiery, if a little unrefined.  I know not where I am, or how I came to be here, but I was in need of a tavern and then here I am".<br/><br/>"And you Sir, your appearance is strange to me, and you carry no sword.  Are you a peasant? A villager? Where do you come from?"