After he had been given his supplies for the journey, Hanzo paid a respectful bow to Sister Agnes. Seeing as the multitude of people were starting to make their way outside towards the inn, the monk too took the liberty of following at a distance. He was still wary of strangers, especially in such a large, diverse, and unique grouping such as this.
That being said, however, Hanzo hoped he could manage to pass off well enough to at least help get this mission finished - there was power and safety in numbers, after all. Ultimately, as long as nobody looked to comment on his shaven head, this all might go by rather painlessly.
Hanzo trailed the small horde of adventurers into the inn's main room, a fairly capable dining area. Here, some of Hanzo's doubt began to surface again, as he very rarely stayed around in an eatery like this and usually bought food as trail rations. Though, he had already eaten some before he set out into the village today, so perhaps the monk could get away with not ordering much. Maybe just a drink- a cup of herbal tea could hold him over before he got on the road.
He snapped himself out of his musings with a safe confirmation, hearing a server approach. The monk kindly ordered his cup of tea, then reached for his belt to pull a small cloth wallet from under his robes. Hanzo looked to the others, seeing them all chatter among themselves - the tall, almost bearish man, he had not seen before, but Hanzo eventually worked him out to be the 'Hugh' Sana was talking about.
The server returned with the steaming cup, and Hanzo thanked her, passing along a few silver coins to pay his bill and then some. Most of the money Hanzo earned was from performing acts of kindness and other odd jobs, from people who insisted he be paid for his efforts. There was a time when Hanzo was somewhat against it, but he found the money to be undeniably helpful for events such as this, where he should at least try to fit in. Of course, the monk would still live a miserly way, as he was used to, and in fairness, it probably steered off thieves a bit.
Speaking of thieves, Hanzo was following the gazes of several of his new allies to spy out a gruff, unseemly man in the corner, eying them with a grim face. Normally, Hanzo wouldn't get within a conflict if he could help it, but Sana seemed to be put off about it, as she was first to break away from the group (with a parting kiss to Hugh). The monk carefully turned back to his cup of tea, trying to remain inconspicuous...
Soon enough, a female scream echoed outside, calling for the big man Hugh. The monk was the first to dart from his seat, realizing there was possibly a bandit group surrounding the inn, with one of them catching Sana. Already, the adventurers were looking to give chase outside to help - Hanzo was one of the first outside, trying to assess the situation.
Before Hanzo could act further, however, he instead whirled around to parry an incoming blow from a bandit flanked on the side of the doorway, taking advantage of the havoc to try and sneak an attack out. The monk was barely able to catch the incoming blade, following up with a thrust of the palm of his free hand to force his attacker back. The bandit caught himself on the wall, still brandishing the dagger but now wearing a determined grimace. Hanzo entered a proper ready stance, arms raised and feet spread, perched on the balls of his feet to move and strike at any moment.
"Hm. You got lucky," The dirty pillager belted out, only reassuring himself, "But some fancy fist-fightin' ain't gonna save you, pal." The bandit hauled himself to his feet again, his dagger at the ready.
The monk mentally scoffed at the bandit, but retained his own focused mask of a face. "As if you would know what I'm capable of."
"It won't matter-!" His foe cried out, charging Hanzo again with a lunging stab. As he closed in, the martial artist sidled back, then spun around on his planted foot to land a spinning heel kick into the side of the man's ribs.
The blow took advantage of the failed charge to render the bandit sprawling on the ground to the side with a winded cough, kicking up a small layer of dust and dirt on the beaten path. "You're making a poor choice. If you keep going, you will regret it," Hanzo announced to the toppled man, now working to pick himself off the ground.
Needless to say, the scuffed-up vagabond was not about listen to reason just yet, while he still believed he had a chance. This time, however, he decided to take what he thought to be a more clever approach. As the bandit got on his feet again (and coughed, still reeling from the kick), he suddenly snapped up and threw his dagger at the monk, as quickly as he was able to. Which is to say, Hanzo managed to notice the attack and dodge it, the flying blade whizzing aside his ear. In the meantime, the bandit ran forward again in a shoulder charge, resorting to brute fisticuffs - if Hanzo could do it, so could he, surely!
It was not so. Hanzo firmly placed a hook punch to the man's exposed face, his nose crackling under the force of the impact. With the momentum of the charge yet intact, the martial artist turned, grabbing the bandit's sleeve and shirt collar - then, falling to one knee, he hurled the man into the air. The outlaw flew a good couple of meters headfirst before rolling and tumbling into a limp, defeated mass on the ground.
The battle-worm man coughed and groaned wearily, still conscious but soaking in pain throughout his body. With the few dwindling ounces of strength he yet had, the bandit manged to get on his elbows and knees, his desperate wheeze for breath earning him the dusty air kicked up by his fall to the earth. He looked up, and through blurred vision saw Hanzo approaching him-
"Run. Or you may not survive this next blow."
He let out a defiant growl, but was let little other choice but to comply. The beaten bandit scrambled to his feet and hobbled away as quickly as he could afford. He would later realize that he was leaving a trail of blood drops, beginning with a gash upon his side and ending with the bandit's abandoned knife, whom he had fallen on when Hanzo had thrown him. But before that, as he fled, he let out a final cry of, "Don't think I'll forget this, you smug, bald fuckhead!"
Hanzo only gave a sigh through clenched teeth. So much for avoiding a comment on his shaven head.