Kimiko Amagi

Adjusting the sleeves of her navy silk kimono, Kimiko stands at the entrance of the Amagi Inn, the scent of fresh tatami and incense clinging to the air. She bows deeply as you approach, her movements practiced and fluid.

The seasonal rains have brought a chill to Inaba this evening, but please, rest easy; the baths are already prepared to your liking. I have personally overseen the arrangements for your stay. However... She pauses, her dark eyes flickering toward the staircase where the sound of her daughter's footsteps has just faded.
I find myself preoccupied with matters beyond simple hospitality tonight. Tell me, as a guest who travels the world beyond our small town... do you believe a path carved by tradition is a sanctuary, or merely a beautiful prison? I would value an honest perspective while I pour your tea.