knock knock?

Hattori had already spent a deal of time deciding what needed to be done and said. He cared little for making a scene and being overly dramatic, but Viddar had slighted him and thus he felt every right to feel offended, to take issue with how he had conducted himself. Tenshi was her own woman and certainly one of value, Hattori felt little need to act out in a territorial dispute over her, not when he'd already given his word she was free to leave.

The Viking was wise not to delay this meeting, drawing things out would only serve to displease the Kaicho further. And thus the shadow called for him, deep and sombre, a sound that cut through the bamboo like sharpened steel. Hattori did not leave him waiting, though if he were a petty man it might have been amusing to let him stew in his thoughts, to see if he would stand firm or begin to squirm. Pushing his way through the thickest of the stalks to the thin, Hattori saw him soon enough, disbelieved but standing tall all the same, with some gifts to appease the Kaicho in tow, it seemed.

Letting the silence prevail for a moment longer, the Kaicho thought on what he wanted to say, always using the least amount of words as possible. Short, curt and to the point.

"Do you understand how this looks?"