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Goblin Town was quiet and Yasuhira could appreciate that kind of peace. It was the gentle sort that comes from a need to simply put the trials and tribulations of life away for a few scant hours. Even moments of that specimen of peace were few and far between for Yasu. And that night he needed sleep more than anything. Exhausted was a poor choice of words for how he was feeling. He had lain with the Sun-goddess, there was no delicate way of putting it and such an act, as could be expected had left its mark, inside and out. He found one inn with its lights still on and so went inside in search of a room. Yasuhira rubbed his eyes when he was told there were no rooms left. The dining area was empty though, so he sat down and asked for something to eat and drink. The gods were merciful, as the rice was still hot and the sake tasted slightly better than dishwater. As he ate he looked about the room, absentmindedly. He noticed a woman, whom he hadn't seen entering, as she was nestled into a dark corner. She was drinking sake. Empty bottles filled her table. It must have been a rough day for her as well. As it was obvious that she wanted to be alone, Yasuhira paid her no more mind and returned to his sickly meal, which he began to regret ordering.
Yasuhira heard a crash from the direction of the woman and turned quickly. Her arm was draped over the table, and after a quick glance at the floor he noticed one of the sake bottles was rolling at her feet. The woman however remained in the same outstretched pose and she set her cheek on the table. The innkeeper also appeared when he heard the noise and began to scream at the woman for wasting his best sake and that she'd still pay for it. Then he said something odd, which Yasuhira didn't understand, that he didn't care which god she was sharing a bed with the woman would still pay. So he decided to investigate. The innkeeper was still shaking with fury when Yasu approach, where after he bowed and retreated a few steps. Yasu picked up the bottle and handed it to the man.
"Bring some more. And two bowls of rice as well," The innkeeper turned, but Yasuhira pulled him back, "Better stuff than that swill you pawned off on me," He stood at his full height, eyes beaming with growing rage, "Don't task me, Kami."
The innkeeper nearly tripped over his own feet rushing to the kitchens, then there was heard another crash and some shouting, as he must have run into someone within. Yasu paid it no mind and simply pulled up a chair at the woman's table. By the looks of things she was out cold, brought about by her debauchery obviously.
Yasuhira took a moment to scrutinise her as best he could. The poor light and her awkward position made that difficult, but not impossible. She was a lovely Kami. He looked deep into her Hara, and noticed the telltale signs of a mature fox. The clothes she wore were very fine, of the highest quality, but now were speckled with dirt, crumbs of food, and rice wine. He wondered what had possessed her to go on such a bender. He had rarely seen any woman, human or otherwise, wallow so low, at least not without being a nighthawk and wishing for more than a drink. But she was alone. So there was something troubling the woman. Yasuhira contemplated the propriety of becoming entangled in the life of a stranger. Would his presence even be welcomed or even warranted? Perhaps she was celebrating some act or moment in her own unique fashion. The rice and sake came and was set down on the table. The smell from the food roused the woman. She leaned back in her chair, rubbed her face once or twice and then spied the bowls on the table.
