"I come... seeking an audience with the new heir of the Mitsumine," Touka explained, somewhat sniffily. She tried not to fidget in place as a chilly breeze swept across the somewhat raised road; she'd been born in the mountains, damnit, even further north than this. These soft, southern townspeople didn't know what real cold felt like. Admittedly, the silk of her kimono felt like ice water in the chilly air... at least the long sleeves hid her goosebumps. She held out the bundle of silk cloth, wrapped in watercloth to protect it from the elements. "I bring gifts and a letter from the Hakurou elders of Matsusaka for Mitsumine Takeshi." She purposefully left the honorific off of the regent's name. She had been too young to remember the previous Daimyo when he died, but she knew plenty of Takeshi. A leader who retreated into a cage of luxury at the first sign of danger, lying idle, waiting for the day he could fob off his duties onto his brother's pup. Truly there were those born to lead, and those born to follow. She didn't know what was in the letter - oh, it had been tempting a few times, at night by the fire as she huddled her cloak close around her and cursed the elders and the Mitsumine both and wondered what on earth was worth the trip. But no; that respect she'd give her Grandmother, if not the humans. "May I come in?"