Warui shirase

It was true he hadn't recognised her at first sight, unless a kois markings were truly remarkable it was often quite difficult to differentiate one clan's markings for another. But the same could not be said for her name, he indeed recognised it and offered a polite nod in return, in recognition of her status and the affiliation between their families. Though he no longer considered his actions in service of the Iga clan, the Hattori name was still very important to him and thus he would carry on and serve its best interests. Be it through actions or words.

To hear that her clan had fallen, yet another in a long list of names slashed in the name of power and rivalry. It wasn't uncommon for legacies to rise and fall like the passing of seasons, but the fact she was now the lone survivor brought a frown to Hattori's features. Her name had meant something and now it was reduced to ash, something to look back on with pity. So much potential lost.

He could see why she had come here and for the most part Hattori did not turn away visitors, certainly when their story was so familiar. But she mentioned she had somewhere else to go, and that ticked his curiosity.

"What of this other place? Do you believe you would be safe there?"