The temperature grew colder as the sun slid down in the sky, aided by the growing bank of clouds moving in from the sea, promising bad weather in the future. The reactions to asking after Hata was nearly as chilly, either in response to having the man mentioned, or having him asked after. Everyone seemed to have an opinion, although he was elusive as well, and it was only as the sun began to wane that Konoka finally found news of him, just departed from a small, out of the way, and disreputable drinking establishment. He had just left, making for home, it was said, and if she hurried, she could probably catch him.<br/><br/>A task that turned out to be easier than expected. He had not gone far, walking slowly to make up for his unsteadiness, the gait of a practised drinker. He was distinctive besides, tall and unbent by age, with his head shaved bald. He wore his mustauche neatly trimmed, incongruous with his rough appearance otherwise. And despite the scent of alcohol hanging around him, he still managed to swing around to face Konoka as she approached, looking at her with an unfocused but still suspicious eye. "You, why are you following me?"