In the far corner sat a lone figure distant from the other patrons, and perhaps for good reason. Akane never had been the most approachable person on the planet, her unfriendly demeanor certainly didn't help, and then there was the piece of deadly metal strapped onto her left. It was common sense really, if someone were bold enough to openly carry a sword there was a good chance they'll be more than happy to make use of it, and somehow it seemed this went double for a swordswoman rare as they might be. 

At the moment Akane was perfectly content with her sake since after all why else would you visit a tavern of all places? She downed another cup of the intoxicating fluid, feeling the sting as it passed down her throat, but a sensation she was used to honestly. All seemed peaceful, and that despite the number of less savory characters present there hasn't been a fight or anything of the sort; as for Akane it was fair to say she didn't have a problem with the odd moment of serenity.

Then came walking in a newcomer who imminently became the focus of all eyes in the room, even if no one actually looked up there was no doubt that they were already watching. The female ronin sighed when she realized who accidentally wandered in, a very "simple" looking servant boy. From the way he carried himself it was obvious he didn't know he was about to enter into a classic den of evil. Right away the servant approached the bar, that was definitely his second mistake, and his third was ordering something, although from where Akane watched she couldn't make out the what. 

It was when a group of thugs arose from their seats that the boy's unfortunate fate was sealed. [color=slateblue][i]Do I feel like saving a life tonight...[/i][/color] Akane asked herself as she poured another cup of alcohol. She could take on any of these brutes, the potential fight would be the easy part, but it'll also mean an unavoidable end to her night of drinking. [color=slateblue][i]Better pay me back for this, boy.[/i][/color] Was her final thought on the matter, her right hand clenched and readying for combat, waiting for the time right moment to intervene. 

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