The last through the door was a young man, a clear six feet tall and clad in the trademark scarlet robes of the Scorpion Clan. At his left hip was his katana, an oddly simple and less ornate blade than would be expected, and it's partner wakizashi resting in the sash of his robe. On his back was strapped a truly massive blade, a no-dachi that judging by it's length and well-worn grip had been used a fair amount, and could probably cleave clear through even the finest warhorse . . . and probably had done so on occasion. A wide-brimmed straw hat, much like the peasants' wore, rested low on his face with a few loose strands of long dark hair spilled down to his shoulders. It was only when he removed the hat and handed it off to a serving girl with a wink, and a laugh, that it became more evident that 'he' might not be a man at all.<br/><br/>'His' eyes were soft brown, with long feminine lashes. The figure's jaw was more feminine than masculine, with pouty lips and a wry grin. Across 'his' face was a mask of red and black silk, obscuring everything around 'his' eyes and cheeks and seemed FAR more well-crafted and ornate than anything else the figure wore. Moreover, a slight straightening of the collar revealed just the hint of what might be a well-wrapped bust, distorting what would normally be a smooth fall of male robes down someone's body. At the sight of the others 'he' smiled brightly, giving all the slightest of bows as if they were mere casual acquaintances.<br/><br/><strong>"My my, truly a lovely place. If this one could spend the rest of my days here, this one would truly never be sad. My greetings, great Butterflies!"</strong>Moving to the side of the Crane, complete with an entirely uncooth wink to the young woman, she (as it became apparent from the tone of her voice, though not her choice in words) sat herself down in a relaxed pose, an unlabeled bottle of simple glass now being set down in front of her.<strong>"The Scorpion greets you all, but you especially, Iroha-dono. This humble one is Bayushi Kuniho, and is quite pleased to be able to meet you at last, after the great deeds your esteemed family has done for the Empire. This one brings a gift as well, sake not from our clan's private stores, but that which this one has obtained first-hand from the brewers of our land. This one is sure that you have many fine bottles, and hopes that something more . . . robust would be to your tastes."</strong><br/><br/>Aggrevating and incomprehensable! Kuniho dressed as a man, acted comfortably and with less decorum than was necessary given the situation, but then spoke with great reverence to the Iroha family. One might immediately think she was a fool, though with the surname of Bayushi, that would not be the wisest assumption. Still, her smile and good cheer was infectious.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Awareness + Etiquette is 4k3<br/>Feel free to make things rough, considering Kuniho's CLEAR lack of manners, despite her apparent reverence for the family. Or ask me to roll a different skill. Either way works.</div></div>