As The Storm Rages

Hattori stared at the woman humourlessly, the slight wrinkle of his nose the only sign he wasn't particularly fond of her witty quips. His sense of humour was weak even around people he liked, so around a loner like this her jests sunk like lead. He would have tolerated one or two, but she persisted and he was quick to surmise she was toeing the line in a way that was bordering impolite. Perhaps this was simply her way of acting or she wasn't raised in civilised society, in the end it didn't really matter regardless.

He didn't even bother acknowledging, let alone respond to her first set of words and instead focused in on her introduction. It was about as casual as he'd come to expect. He regarded her with a side eye, this was why he didn't socialise very often. It was never an enjoyable experience for him, to be completely honest, especially with those who did not speak his native tongue or understand his reserved mannerisms. If they thought he was being rude then they surely did not know the meaning of the word.

"Hattori. Shogun of Ashen." He said in turn.