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The midday sun hung heavy in the broad expanse of blue that stretched over the earth. Several ivory clouds sailed across the sky, appearing much like large ships that had just pulled in to dock. It was hot and humid, and due to this, all of the guests who had started to gather were covered in a thin film of sweat. It wasn't often that the temperature in Sariwon soared to this height, especially in Furumaki, which was to the northeast of the nation. Perhaps it was just bad luck that the weather had become unbearable during her travels. It wasn't as if it bothered her, yet she would gladly take a cool day over this one.

The two minor Houses of Sariwon did not take long to reach the castle that belonged to House Iwanai. Akane was weary from marching down the dusty paths that was so common in the country. They had not stopped once to rest and set up camp, and while she was glad that the Aseryo and Tosen were taking the meeting seriously, she honestly thought that they looked a bit too tired to discuss what they were going to do with the sudden appearance of demons. She was more than glad to enter the large, ornamented building when the time came. It was significantly cooler within the castle, which made Akane want to sign in relief. [i]Finally.[/i]

The Iwanai guards led the visitors to a rather large room where the air actually flowed. She expected the meeting hall to be stuffy and humid, even more so than the outside, but was surprised to see that it was actually... pleasant to be there. Akane noted that the King of House Iwanai was not present at the moment, but she also noticed that there were unfamiliar faces that belonged to neither House Tosen nor House Aseryo. The King was probably on his way if his followers were already in the room. 

She delicately lowered herself to the ground, tucking her legs beneath her as she scanned the hall. There wasn't an extremely large amount of people, and even if there was, she wouldn't care. It wasn't as if she was shy or anything of the sort. She had worked with a larger amount of people before; she had learned how to deal with dozens of men during her times as a sellsword. Her dark gaze rested on each individual that was not familiar to her, wondering what type of person they were. She would find out soon enough, anyway.