Unfortunately, Noriko's plan had one big, Satrap shaped plan. It seemed that he had planned to try and get rid of any business he had today, answering it as soon as possible before night fell.<br/><br/>The inside is not richly furnished, almost being the opposite, a spartan example of how to make yourself hard to assassinate. There are no guards in there now (that Noriko can see or hear), but there are several obvious places where guards with bows could pin cushion an unwanted intruder. A brazier of fragrant incense burns, decorated with little characters that Noriko can't read.<br/><br/>The Satrap himself is a bit portly looking, and ages well, although it's not quite clear if he is a Dragon Blood or not. Polite society never spoke of the matter, and low society could only speculate.<br/><br/>"What is it?" The Satrap rumbles, somewhat obviously not knowing who Noriko is, but at least seeming to accept her disguise. "And tell your master to stop being such an ass."