[hider=Pointless]"You're looking in the wrong place for sweet," Yuki stated, stopping outside a brewery. Just as she was about to go in, though... noise. From not that far away, either. Really? She couldn't even get a drink now? Typical, the princess stepped foot outside of the palace, and they were already beset by trouble. The others could get her out of it, for now.

Instead, Yuki went in and got as much Sake as she could carry. Her board, designed with strangely large components, was now pretty full of stoppered bottles, and another was cast aside, drained already. The effects hadn't hit yet, but the taste of fermented rice was a step in the right direction. [i]Now[/i] it was time to go see if the Princess needed help.

"Keep up," the one-eyed one-armed swordswoman said to Noriaki, eyeing the nearest roof speculatively before jumping, grabbing it with her hand. With the same disastrous strength that she used to swing her blade, Yuki pulled herself all the way on top of it. Ominously, the ceiling began to creak under the combined weight of samurai and pack, but she was already up and moving, adopting the direct route towards the annoyingly close disturbance.

If there was any ninja--or any other stranger, really--on the roof when she arrived, they'd find out what it was like to be cut in half.[/hider]