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The man nodded in appreciation to what Benjiro had said. Clearing his throat he leaned in and talked in a soft, low tone. "I don't know of anything about this urn, however I have a few buddies that can see what they can learn for you. However you'll have to do us a favor in return, are you interested?" The tone in the man's voice suggested this wasn't a negotiable offer nor was an elaboration going to be offered.

The woman nodded as she listened to the girl, "That's nice, sweetheart. Well you can find the Holy Citadel on the far side of the market." Smiling she walked away before returning shortly with the food. The plate a brown rice that was smothered in creamy white sauce, it had a sweet but strong smell to it. "I hope you enjoy your meal." The woman said before walking away again to attend other patrons.

Sitting at the end of the bar Nisha happily ate the meal she was given, and moved the room key she had been given to her while speaking with the lady, into her main travel bag, and after finishing up the meal and making sure it was ok to just leave the dishes to be collected by the nice lady that had served her and taken her payment for the room and the meal. With her meal done Nisha headed up to the room she had been given taking a moment to look around the room, and setting her travel pack down in the room, before looking at the clock in the room and noticing the time, knowing that she had sometime before it it was late into the evening.

Moving some of her stuff around, she moved some of the food and water she had left over from her travels in her courier bag, and put it with her travel pack, then threw the courier over her shoulder and head out again, locking the room she had rented for the next few days as she headed off, and out for a little while longer as it was still late afternoon, she was going to try and find the Citadel before it got too late so she could find it early the next morning.

Michio's head vibrated as the man's deep voice rang through to his eardrum. He was clearly intoxicated, but he heard what this Kalam told him. With the most stability he could muster, he nodded and rose from his seat.

The combination of the meal and the drink were not sitting well with him as his diet consisted mostly of ramen noodles and various meats. And the strongest alcohol he'd consumed prior was half a bottle of sake on occasion, making him easily one of the biggest lightweights in the village... next to Shinken of course, who only lasted three drinks before becoming a sloppy drunk.

He made his way over to one of the waitresses and requested directions to the restroom, which she obliged him with a dismissing gesture to a door in the corner. He thanked her and made his way to the door, only to find that it was locked.

'Oh no... oh no no no no no...' he thought, feeling his stomach beginning to turn against him. He pressed his hand to his mouth just in case and waited patiently. He tried breathing deeply through his nose and it worked just long enough for the man inside of the room to unlock the door and come out.

Michio ran into the room with an urgency and rushed to the toilet.... only to find the most disgusting sight he'd ever seen.

'WHO DOESN'T FLUSH A PUBLIC TOILET?!' he screamed inside of his head, and the disgust at the toilet mixed with his already churning stomach and he bent forward, expelling his stomach's contents into the already disgusting toilet.

Hands on his knees and tears flowing from his eyes, he continued to puke until there was nothing left but froth. He groaned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then had to put that hand on the wall of the stall as he began to lose his balance.

"Gross..." he was finally able to mutter, and he held onto the wall for balance as he brought a foot up and flushed the toilet. As he watched the contents flow down the swirling drain, he truly felt bad for whoever was in charge of cleaning the toilets. Michio went to the sink and washed his hands, using whatever form of sanitizing they had, and dried his hands on his pants.

As he left the restroom, he was still swaying and holding onto the wall for support.

'Snap out of it, you idiot... you have a mission to accomplish...' he thought to himself, and with that he went to his table, gathered up his wide-brimmed hat, placed 300 Jakata on the table as a tip, and left the establishment.

'Lower levels... where'sh tha lowa levalz...?' he thought, getting drunker and drunker by the second as the remaining alcohol processed itself through his liver.