Kyou seemed unperturbed by the passionate tones all around.  In truth, the whole situation was extremely arousing.  He hoped Reiko was feeling it half as much as he was.  He intended to win her heart as well as her body.  It was far referable to the alternative...<br/><br/>He delicately poured the crane girl's sake cup half full, then sat down the bottole.<br/><br/>“Once upon a time their was a henin farmer who lived near the edge of his lord's lands.  He hunted in the nearby forests and provided leather to his community and his lord.”<br/><br/>Kyou spun a sweet and sad tale.  The farmer made his daughter a drum.  She loved it very much and would sit on the front porch to play.   One day a fox approached her, tears in it's eyes.<br/><br/>The girl asked why the fox was crying, but was surpirsed to hear the fox answer, “When you play that drum, I can hear my wife singing.  I miss her very much.”<br/><br/>Kyou described several conversations that the fox and the girl had.  The drum, it determined, had been made from the skin of the fox's wife.  In the end, the girl gave the fox the drum so he could remember his wife's songs.<br/><br/>“So, Reiko-san, having heard this tale, would you prefer to hear a tale with flashing blades and felled foes?  I am honestly quite fond of them, but they are not the only types.”<br/><br/><em>Perception: 20<br/>Perception + Investigation 15<br/>Storytelling: 41</em>