<br/>The Two Scrolls, the most famous, and only, inn in the small town of Onawa, was filled to the brim that evening. Every cushion held a person - the variety ranging from farmers to ronin - and every person had a warm drink in their hand. Despite the cozy look, the Two Scrolls stood at the precipice of ruination. The paper walls had begun to fold in, allowing a cold breeze to flow through the bottom floor. The rooms were no better off; one had been completely closed as the wall had crumbled during a hail storm two months before.<br/><br/>Tanaka Shie, daughter of the proprietor, sat in the corner, pouring another shot of sake for the two men who had come to try and buy the inn. They were promptly shoved out of the room and informed that no man- nor woman- would get their hands on Tanaka-san’s prized possession. As Shie finished pouring, she wished he’d meant her.<br/><br/>Pushing the strands of dark hair that fell out of her pigtails away from her face, she glanced toward the rattling door. Ever since the first sighting of the Umbral Orchid, nothing had been quite the same. Two people had disappeared that month and she could only imagine what else would come. “Thank you,” she said to both men, standing with the grace acquired from years of repeated kneeling and rising. She scanned the room, searching for the next person to be served.<br/>