Hakayama Kusai bristled at the sight of the Yakuza heraldry adorning the gates.  She recognized the gang and immediately connected where they were with the many things she'd heard about the place.  She curled her lip in disgust, giving a glare at the guide for bringing them here.  For the first time in her life, she was absolutely thrilled that her kimono was caked with mud and covered in road filth.  She could easily buy a new one, and take some money to stitch her Mon into the sleeves once more.  The problem would be the Yakuza.  If she were recognized, it could turn into a bloody fight.  On top of that, she was absolutely exhausted.  While she relished the idea of dying in a glorious battle against some mighty foe, the thought of being beaten to death in the mud by illiterate gangsters made her stomach turn.

"...and how do you expect they're going to let us in, hmm?" she turned to their guide, only barely managing to stand straight.  Her stance was shaky and weak, but she did everything she could to keep composed.  "Arrangements with the gang, maybe?  Once we're in, we're going to have a hard time finding a barn to inconspicuously hide the group of us..."

She pulled the small belt sash off for a moment, sifting through it's contents.  The magistrates had confiscated their gear before the escape.  The woman she was locked up with, Kagura, had cleverly found the stash and ensured that no one lost any personal belongings while they ran.  She found a sack that clicked with the familiar jingle of coins and fished out a few.  It wasn't a lot, but it might be able to buy them cheap rooms and an actual meal.  She counted out the coins and gave a thought on the value of sharing with the rest of the group.  Looking at them, all tired, all criminals now, she couldn't help but a bit mixed about providing them with anything.  Still, they helped her escape.  Even if her fate was a gilded cage compared to the salt mines, living with the pig that wanted her hand in marriage would not make her life pleasant.  She'd be little more than a toy to him - something to use and get heirs out of.  She'd die first.  No, her present company earned a bit of a reprieve.

The coin jingled in her hand.  With a sigh, she handed it to their guide.

"Get us in, get us rooms, get us food.  No reason we need to live like animals...not after we've been chased like ones for the night."  She turned and headed towards the back of the group.  It hurt her pride, but she knew she couldn't risk being identified.  If they did...well...she very likely would get everyone travelling with her hurt or worse.