[h1]Hazama[/h1]

Hazama let out a small laugh as the Asian woman moved closer to him. She seemed to be right, at least; given how she immediately reacted upon his arrival, he may as well have found a business partner he could cooperate with. She wasn't [i]quite[/i] like Relius, but... Well, given the circumstances, she was close enough.

"Pardon me, ma'am." he said, smoothly moving out of her grasp and bowing to her. "My name... Well, nobody really cares; they just call me Hazama. I guess you may as well."

Honey traps, like what she was trying to pull, weren't going to work on him. There was no time to give in to carnal desires during a journey of revenge, after all.

"But... I'm pretty sure this isn't your house. After all, how could someone with those fancy clothes live in a house that isn't much more than a few bricks and a rotting wooden basement? These are the slums, after all." he said, smiling calmly. "On that note, I'm pretty sure that walking through a wall isn't exactly... Normal, you know?"

Walking over to the wall that the woman had just slipped through, Hazama casually knocked on it, a solid 'thud' resonating back into the room.

"Don't know what you're here for, but given how much of a dump it is, I'm willing to bet it's something important. So how about we help each other out here- you get me to the throne room so we can snatch the king, and I help you do whatever thing it is you're here for. Maybe more. Whaddya say?"