As he remained seated at his corner table, it wasn't an ordinary waitress who served him but rather the Madame herself. She poured his sake and welcomed him. He couldn't help but inwardly recoil, he wasn't one for coming out and definitely wasn't one for bars, or Jorgumo either. However he kept up his manners, as envoy of the mountains he could not risk bad face in public.
"Well, to what do I owe the honor. Being served by the Madame herself." He smiled coyly, almost taunting her. He'd never admit it but he was one for demeaning others, Yokai and humans alike, if he could catch them off guard and expose something to obviously cause him to seem better by comparison he would jump at the chance. Of course he'd never let on and to most his subtle egging-on was simply his own way of teasing and making conversation.
"Thank you for your most generous offer, although I am no newcomer to the ways of drinking and the subtle implications of it's after effects." He took one of the cups and sipped it slowly with a slight sigh. True enough, the drink was good even if the company was not. As she went away he made sure to make his surroundings known to him, he spotted Mikado, flanked by Oni mercs. Sanja frowned at their appearance, so blatantly ready for conflict it was sickening. How simple minded beings of their sort were, bash and smash, devour and pillage. The only Oni Sanja had ever known to be different was Prince Ryuunosuke. Mikado's type of Youkai was also a simple one. Ignorant and violent, without cause other than wanting to destroy and devour. This one in particular though was dangerous in that he desired knowledge, to raise him above his normal cloth. Sanja smirked wryly to himself in knowing he held what that man sought, how far would Mikado go to claim it?
Once he was satisfied with his drink he rose, leaving a good sum of money to cover his visit, and waved politely as he left. Thanking Madame Mormeril for the sake.
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Sanja strolled through the streets of the village, it was rare indeed that he chose to leave his temple. Much had changed n the last hundred-odd years since he last left his home. Yet, coming down here made him miss the quiet his mountaintop provided. He stopped by a small shop as a trinket caught his eye. It was a small rabbit, made from cloth and stuffed with rice. It was a child's doll for sale. Normally such frivolous objects would never catch the Daitengu's eye, though he saw it and thought of his precious Ki back home.Without another thought, he purchased the pink and white rabbit doll and held it in his arms much like a child, as he meandered through the city. An expression of euphoric stupor on his face as he thought of how much it was different than before. He stopped at the center of the village and sat on a bench. He looked down upon the dolls blue-beaded eyes and chuckled. Look at him, buying dolls for his child. It brought him a bittersweet happiness that he had left. Still, the animal messenger had warned him that humans were about, which was why he had come down in the first place.
He would linger a bit longer, to see if the humans did indeed arrive. If not, disciplinary matters would be in order for that Squirrel. Wasting a Divine Tengu's time was quite unwise.