<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2016/08/25/1011752/big_thumb_b4c2ef92813c7b92e0a79c69acfd8d8c.jpg)</div><strong>Hisayo Yamashita (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=274532.msg13531034#msg13531034)</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Krai Folk Territory<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Miho Nanami<br/><hr/><br/>The sound of feet alerted her to the person approaching her from behind at a run, and so she had slightly turned towards the noise, adjusted the balance of her feet so that she didn't respond to the contact as if it were a threat. The red-headed woman's hand fell on her shoulder and withdrew with the speed of her movement before wheeling around and Yamashita got her first good look at the rather unusual woman who'd approached her.  With a perplexed expression, she regarded her for a moment before bowing.<br/>"Miho-san, I am..." and her brows rose as the woman dashed away again.<br/><br/>By the time she was asked who she was, Yamashita had an amused look in her eyes, which didn't extend to her lips, maintaining a neutral expression. Her words were clearly called out across the distance between them, the tone pitched to carry rather than the more melodious tones she'd use for conversation.<br/>"Hisayo Yamashita, of Clan Gunba."<br/><br/>She repeated the bow, both curious and amused at the way the woman combined a clear understanding of Shindo etiquette with a style of informality all her own. In a way she was relieved now that Takeda had not come instead of her. She was unlikely to be easily offended but the Lord was due a certain modicum of respect, and she was unsure if she would get that here. It did not, in the end, particularly matter to her. Her own history had been ignominious enough for results to be valued far more than the respect of her peers. Results were what mattered.