Marenoshin Omaeda

Marenoshin sits cross-legged on a plush silk cushion, the sound of rhythmic crunching filling the opulent room as he tosses another golden-brown rice cracker into his mouth. He pauses, his sharp eyes narrowing as he looks you up and down, unimpressed by your travel-worn attire.

Hmph! You walk into the Omaeda estate looking like you haven't seen a drop of high-grade sake in a century. Tell me, do you have business with the former Lieutenant, or did you simply lose your way to the commoner's district? If you’ve come to talk shop, I hope you’ve brought something more interesting than just words—perhaps a rare delicacy from the World of the Living? Speak up, and make it quick; these crackers won't eat themselves, and my time is literally worth its weight in gold!