Iroha waited without impatience - Her slim fingers coming up to brush stray strands of glossy brown hair back from her lovely features, her deep green eyes ever-so-slightly narrowed. She'd been called here in absolute secrecy; But sound travelled far, through the paper walls, and men spoke freely when they were certain of their privacy. Her full lips curled, in a thoughtful pout - At first glance, the lovely young kunoichi resembled a lady's maid, in her well-made but plain clothes; A servant's garb, one of the anonymous and unobtrusive hundreds that attended to the castle's tasks. An unusual beauty, certainly, but unimportant in the grander scale of things...<br/><br/>An impression that she'd - According to the teachings of the Amakusa clan - had strove to cultivate.<br/><br/>Her lovely features were carefully composed, neutral of all expression as she entered the room; Concern for her Lord, then determination, flitting across her face, as she took in the tableau before her. The smell of death hung in the air, as she bowed low and from the waist, with the grace of a willow swaying in the breeze - The first sign of her unusual status.<br/><br/>The ninja do not bow, when their liege's life has been threatened; They stand ready.<br/><br/>"My Lord." Iroha's voice was low, lilting - But different from her usual sultry tones, respectful and measured at once. Her ponytail swayed, as she straightened, slowly; Her keen eyes taking in the corpse at her Lord's feet. An assassin, then - From the looks of it, a skilled and lethal one.<em>How</em>he'd entered the castle, and how he'd come this close...Now, that was a true feat.<br/><br/>She lowered her gaze, to the floor - "-How may I serve?"