In reply to Village worker (msg # 607):

Leaning on Chye's arm the elder peers at the woman.
"Thos person is known to me, Kago Osi, thr basket weaver!"

"There are many yokai here, indeed.."

"Is there anyway we can arrange a trade, especially now that you keep your village lit through magical means?"

In reply to Ales Konstantin (msg # 610):
"If this one is a Rokurobi, they are a creature, and unworthy of trade as an equal. They eat rice, why do they need the oil?"

In reply to Village elder (msg # 611):

She bows, bending deeply
"This one has woven baskets, along with my husband, as have his parents before him. Honoured one, has my weaving been unsatisfactory? Do we not keep our hut in order, and our clothing as clean as anyone? Forgive md grandfather if this one has failed you, and do not let my dishonor sully the reputation of my husband's family."
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In reply to Village worker (msg # 612):

"Umm. A portion of oil shall be allotted to you, provided you are confined to your hut at night. None of the folk need rest their eyes uneasily upon your visage as you become."
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Chye puts his palms together.

"It is good, we were able to use peaceful means, and foster goodwill."
Iskander crosses himself.

Chou-Zhen slumps a little as he releases the spell holding the rokorubi.  "Ah, this is good.  I am pleased that none of the yokai have yet been killed.  As the son of my father, I believe that even such as these ought to be permitted to live their lives, providing they do no harm and earn their way."

He turns toward the hut where the ceremony had been held.

"I hope there is no more to do this night; I need rest.  I am nearly spent."

Now that a deal had been struck between the yokai and the village, Ales slowly let the spell fade away.

"If there are no more yokai causing the villagers problems, I will continue my patrol of the grounds in search of any signs of the robber barons."

19:03, Today: Ales Konstantin rolled 10 using 3d6.  Perception 15.

In reply to Ales Konstantin (msg # 617):

On this night of ghosts, none of Pequenaud's men are about, although they may well appear on the morrow.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 618):

In the few hours before dawn, nothing further happens.

In reply to Narrator (msg # 619):

The villagers let you all sleep in.

3 points each, 1 extra for Ales for an innovative treatment of the rokurobi... it was unexpected.

*Bows deeply in respect*

13:25, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 6 using 3d6.  performance ~ 14.

13:25, Today: Chye Isuel rolled 8 using 3d6.  Lute ~ 15.
Chye gets up in the late morning, and takes his lute along to the tavern.
He does a masterful performance of "Ambush on all sides"..., rocking out, towards the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MJTeR1JZZc
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Chou-Zhen arises after his sleep, refreshed.

He visits the privy, then the bath house, before going to see if there is still breakfast, or if it's closer to lunchtime.

Iskander wakes up sometime in the late morning, as well. Seeking a light repast, he made his way to the tavern. He wondered if those soldiers would show up. He smirked at the thought of what they had in the jars, for them...
"Heh Heh..Així n'aprendran!"
He said.

In reply to Iskander (msg # 624):
One of the workers starting his day with a rice brew brightens when he sees you.
"The elder said to come to his hut."

Ales wakes up, and after getting freshened up, heads to the elder's hut.

Chye comes out of the tavern after finishing his song, and a brew. He spots Iskander coming his way, and approaches.
"Hey, are you going to tavern? I could use a drinking companion."

"No, the elder wants to see us. It must be important, so you should follow me."

"Osu!"
Chye follows, to the elder's hut.

In reply to Iskander (msg # 628):

In the elders hut you find the shaman, Ming-sa, and the elder waiting for you.
"Good morning, noble warriors!"

"Good morning, Elder-sama."
Chye bows

Ales bows in respect. "How may we be of service?"