Haru Makato

Haru makes his way through the tavern, ignoring the quivering slaves as he moves. They are not who he wishes to see, they are not the ones who compelled him to stay here so. He lets his eyes grace over each one, searching for the person he'd seen from atop his horse. Finally, he comes to a bowed head, the color of their skin and eyes seared into his mind. "This one." He says simply, "Bring them to my rooms."