fancy some matcha?

Hattori spared Plague a thoughtful glance, he trusted the Daimyo in this and his rank did afford a certain level of authority to deal with such matters. Nodding his approval, Hattori trusted that his brother-in-law would see it done, and would return with good news in time. Taking another sip of his tea, the Shogun allowed the flavour to wash over his senses, providing him with a sense of comfort before he steeled himself once more. There was always much to think about, tea could provide only so much peace.

One could argue Hattori's view on Recluse was somewhat biased. And yet, he was not unmoving, like a stubborn old man who couldn't let go of the past. Rather, he was willing to change his mind if given reason to do so but so far Recluse's radio silence shone her and Habari in a very poor light. For the most part packs kept to themselves, it wasn't all that uncommon for seasons to slip by mostly uneventful, but a whole year? It reminded Hattori of an old proverb he'd once heard in Nippon: Lazy people have no spare time.

"It is something to discuss with Venom." He made it clear that he was speaking for himself, not a spokesperson for Plague's sister. "When I first entered Venom's service I made no secret of my disapproval for the Kleins within the pack. I believe the issue has simply moved elsewhere and Recluse is content to pretend her name carries the same value as it used to."

He wondered how Plague felt about his family, parts of it at least. In Nippon family clans and names came and went like the tides, legacies swept away in mere moments to be replaced with new and upcoming bloodlines. It kept things from stagnating, from packs getting too comfortable in their worth.

"Do you think it is a family worth salvaging?"