> Go for it, then, doing our best to not get spotted by the arguers.
>You approach the room and slip into it.
>It seems this room is a study, with a sizable traditional desk dominating the floor space, and numerous shelfs full of old scrolls and folios lining the walls, interspersed with wall scrolls depicting what seem to be scenes of professional city life.
>Tojiko drifts in after you, wariness and distrust written on her face and poise.
>The two dancers are here, they've ducked back around the edge of the door, and look at you both with curiosity and obvious dread. "What's happening?" says the green-haired one, Mai if you recall correctly.
>"Are we under attack, I can't tell?" says the other, Satono, you think?
>_