"Lord Black Tomb!"
The tavern owner twisted her waist like a fly drawn to honey, squeezing through the crowd to greet him.
Black Tomb was tall and burly, his skin gleaming with a black sheen.
He snorted out a breath of murky air, occupying the most spacious seat in the center with a grand demeanor, slapping his large, fan-like hand on the table: "Sake! The best! Women! Fair-skinned!"
His booming voice overshadowed the shouting of the Ronin playing drinking games in the tavern.
The Ronin laughed and spread out, swiftly claiming the empty seats nearby, calling for drinks and food.
The bar was entirely ablaze with excitement.
In the corner, a drunken Ronin groped a heavily made-up geisha, who maintained a forced smile while resisting, drawing laughter from her companions.
At another table, some gamblers who had lost turned red-eyed, shaking their dice cups noisily as Copper Coin clinked on the greasy tabletop.
