The ports have always been beyond fascinating to Ichiro. So many people around, all those faces and voices, so easy to slip through the crowd unnoticed... They were dirty and they stunk, far from the comfort of his personal residence, but they were far more interesting than the plain white halls of the large house.
He made his way through the docks, all the peasants quickly moving out of the way of the tall man, garbed in white, till he sighted a rather unusual boat. It resembled one of those legendary sea serpents... How unusual, he thought, and decided to follow the three men that got off it into the tavern. He didn't let them see him, and all together went about it rather cautiously, but his eyes, hidden beyond the veil of white hair, were watching every step they took.
Surely interesting, he thought to himself as he sat down a fair distance from them, ordering a light drink. But only to hide his purpose - he couldn't get drunk in public, after all.