[center][i][b]Skall
Monzaemon Clan Meeting Hall - Night[/b][/i][/center]


As the ranks of the Monzaemon swelled in the meeting hall, none would know that Skall was among them. His face lightened with makeup and his clothing entirely neutral, he took on the persona of one of the low ranking ninja that had died some days ago. Although not killed by Skall, he had been the only one to witness the death of the sluggish and undisciplined shinobi with an indifference that practically incriminated him.

It was through the eyes of these nobodies that Skall lived in the open, as none here save for the clan heads knew of his existence let alone his face. 

Skall moved through the room a half-step at a time, never moving with enough purpose that anyone would acknowledge him. Sure, there was a glance here and there and even moments where someone would wholly make eye contact with him but there was never an exchange of words. He was like a grain of sand in the desert, a coyote hiding in the ranks of wolves.

The purpose of this meeting was already known to Skall. There was little that happened within these walls that he didn't know about at least through whispers. Direct orders from Uemura would prevent him from acting on anything as of yet and he would instead choose to ghost through the room and sniff around, absorbing rumor and whisper as a sponge.

Skall's unique place in the clan, that of a Kabuki branch member controlled solely by the head of the Bunraku, meant he heard things from both sides and knew most secrets of the general populace. What he did with the knowledge was solely at Uemura's discretion however, and Skall would not present information to his surrogate father unless relevant to the man's interests or needs. 

For now, he wandered through the clan hall in an entirely uninteresting way.