”You know what we have to do here, right?” Yatamaru would question Kurusu, a blatant look of expectation on the man’s wooden face. Still, the ANBU would immediately answer, not giving the other man any time to respond. ”We’re going to have to catch it in the act, If we had the time, I could develop a puppet to help us track this thing down; unfortunately, time isn’t a luxury right now.” Kurusu would gaze the Puppeteer for a moment before replying. ”We just need to discount the fact we do not know who the werewolf actually is, if there is one to begin with. Nor who he might attack to sate his hunger, assuming these attacks did not sate it. You’re still correct though, we need to catch it.”
”Let’s look out for an hints as to what happened last night, too. Something tells me the villagers might be conducting their own monster hunt around here.” the ANBU would advise after hearing Kurusu saying they should take a short detour at the tavern before going into the Governor’s house. The government contact would nod once, acknowledging Yatamaru’s suggestion. ”Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise? If the werewolf shows up, and they were all gathered in one open place...” the Puppeteer would declare, pausing as he reached a dreadful conclusion. ”… it would really be hard to defend everyone.” Kurusu would nod once again, but he would not stay silent as before. ”Yes, we could have a slaughter in our hands, although I doubt we will such a thing. Have you not noticed how everyone seems so relaxed despite the three murder cases? I would never be so at ease if I lived in a place with three murders happening recently and no culprit found, no evidence found, nothing. Yet, they are very relaxed and the governor is having a feast in our honor. Something is wrong here. I just can’t pinpoint what exactly.”
Upon entering the tavern, Kurusu would immediately go to his room, after asking for the number and key. Yatamaru would immediately recognize the man behind the counter as the guy he saw beating the woman on the other night. Any attempts to approach the guy would be craftily countered by the bartender, either by going for the kitchens or taking care of a customer’s order. The tavern was packed full and the buzz of a multitude of conversations going on at the same place was very audible. The government contact would eventually descend from his room, 30 minutes later. He was virtually identical, thus one had to wonder what he had been doing for the past half hour. ”Shall we?” he would inquire before exiting the tavern and taking the path that lead to the Manor. They would not be alone on that path, numerous villagers were also going to attend the feast, perhaps almost half the village would be there by the looks of it.
Upon reaching the porch, they would see a very embellished building, abundantly decorated for the occasion. Candles created a path toward the entrance of the house and dozens of smokeless torches littered the main hall where the feast was to be held. Everything was crystal clean, sparkling even. Everyone attending had chosen their best clothing and the governor, as massive as he was already, had chosen an outfit that made him even bigger. ”Welcome guest of honor. You’re to seat at my side today.” the mayor would welcome them, motioning for them to take a seat on each side of his own chair, right at the end of a very long wooden table. Hearing those words, everyone else would calmly walk toward their seat as if they had rehearsed everything before. As they walked toward their destined seat, Kurusu would give Yatamaru a cautionary look, as if he was trying to pass on the message that the ANBU should pay attention to everything that was going to happen. After everyone had sat, dozens of waiters began their work. At least ten different dishes were brought into the table along with a dozen different wines. As food and beverage were consumed, the natural buzz of people talking gradually rose in height. Kurusu ate everything he was served in silence, but he never ate the all portion. He did not touch any wine at all, always favoring water. After all ten dishes had been fully digested, the Mayor would practically jump from his seat.
”Ladies and Gentlemen. Today is a very special occasion, we are to be graced by his Eminence’s presence. Behold…” he would announce, his voice beaming. His right arm would point toward the door, where the most beautiful woman in the world would show up. She was dressed in white. She had fair skin, pitch black eyes and raven, shoulder-length, smooth hair. Her lips were full and very red. She entered the hall graciously and as she walked toward the Mayor, every conversation quieted down until there was utter silence in the room. ”Lady Sakura, what do we owe this honor?” the Governor would question, his posture completely subservient to the newcomer. ”I’ve heard you have two guests. I‘ve come to meet them.”<i></i> she would say. Her voice was gentle, but also carried a tone of hidden power.
”Let’s look out for an hints as to what happened last night, too. Something tells me the villagers might be conducting their own monster hunt around here.” the ANBU would advise after hearing Kurusu saying they should take a short detour at the tavern before going into the Governor’s house. The government contact would nod once, acknowledging Yatamaru’s suggestion. ”Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise? If the werewolf shows up, and they were all gathered in one open place...” the Puppeteer would declare, pausing as he reached a dreadful conclusion. ”… it would really be hard to defend everyone.” Kurusu would nod once again, but he would not stay silent as before. ”Yes, we could have a slaughter in our hands, although I doubt we will such a thing. Have you not noticed how everyone seems so relaxed despite the three murder cases? I would never be so at ease if I lived in a place with three murders happening recently and no culprit found, no evidence found, nothing. Yet, they are very relaxed and the governor is having a feast in our honor. Something is wrong here. I just can’t pinpoint what exactly.”
Upon entering the tavern, Kurusu would immediately go to his room, after asking for the number and key. Yatamaru would immediately recognize the man behind the counter as the guy he saw beating the woman on the other night. Any attempts to approach the guy would be craftily countered by the bartender, either by going for the kitchens or taking care of a customer’s order. The tavern was packed full and the buzz of a multitude of conversations going on at the same place was very audible. The government contact would eventually descend from his room, 30 minutes later. He was virtually identical, thus one had to wonder what he had been doing for the past half hour. ”Shall we?” he would inquire before exiting the tavern and taking the path that lead to the Manor. They would not be alone on that path, numerous villagers were also going to attend the feast, perhaps almost half the village would be there by the looks of it.
Upon reaching the porch, they would see a very embellished building, abundantly decorated for the occasion. Candles created a path toward the entrance of the house and dozens of smokeless torches littered the main hall where the feast was to be held. Everything was crystal clean, sparkling even. Everyone attending had chosen their best clothing and the governor, as massive as he was already, had chosen an outfit that made him even bigger. ”Welcome guest of honor. You’re to seat at my side today.” the mayor would welcome them, motioning for them to take a seat on each side of his own chair, right at the end of a very long wooden table. Hearing those words, everyone else would calmly walk toward their seat as if they had rehearsed everything before. As they walked toward their destined seat, Kurusu would give Yatamaru a cautionary look, as if he was trying to pass on the message that the ANBU should pay attention to everything that was going to happen. After everyone had sat, dozens of waiters began their work. At least ten different dishes were brought into the table along with a dozen different wines. As food and beverage were consumed, the natural buzz of people talking gradually rose in height. Kurusu ate everything he was served in silence, but he never ate the all portion. He did not touch any wine at all, always favoring water. After all ten dishes had been fully digested, the Mayor would practically jump from his seat.
”Ladies and Gentlemen. Today is a very special occasion, we are to be graced by his Eminence’s presence. Behold…” he would announce, his voice beaming. His right arm would point toward the door, where the most beautiful woman in the world would show up. She was dressed in white. She had fair skin, pitch black eyes and raven, shoulder-length, smooth hair. Her lips were full and very red. She entered the hall graciously and as she walked toward the Mayor, every conversation quieted down until there was utter silence in the room. ”Lady Sakura, what do we owe this honor?” the Governor would question, his posture completely subservient to the newcomer. ”I’ve heard you have two guests. I‘ve come to meet them.”<i></i> she would say. Her voice was gentle, but also carried a tone of hidden power.