[center][h2][u][b][color=9e0b0f]Nobushige Toyotomi[/color][/b][/u][/h2][/center]
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Nobushige approached the compounds with two clones, one a drunk, one merchant. The real one hang back in the trees, looking for a chance to sneak in.

The merchant grabbed the drunk.

"Come on sir, I think this is the wrong place. Turn around now!"

The drunk grabbed a bottle and swung it haphazardously, stumbling along.

"I know this is the place. You guys sold me a bad cart! It was hear I swear! YOU DAMN SWINE. The wheel broke-hiccup- and my horse broke her leg."

Merchant pulled back the drunk.

"Sorry guys, this [i]has[/i] to be weird, I picked up this drunk on my way out of Takigakure! I'll just bring him with me, and everything'll be fine. Sorry again!"

The drunk started crying.

"My horse! Arab! Why did you have to go! Why!!?"

The drunk threw his bottle to the ground, it shattered, before staggering towards the guards.

"Which 'one 'of ya was it!?"

The merchant threw his hands up panicking at the situation.

One of the guards walked up to them. He had a number of rods between the silent 4 and the ones pointing and laughing.

"The hell? Scram you damn drunk."

Kicking him over, he looked at his merchant friend.

"You don't take him, we will. And we're not too nice. Of course [i]she's[/i] alot less nice than we are."