he had been floating in and out of consciousness, still unsure of where he was or how he got there, but Ian was around people that he could say he trusted with his life, or at least he trusted with the safety of his country and their people. As the events unfolded around him, he was somewhat delighted to know that he was in the presence of two of Kumo's greatest treasures as well, though they were technically outlaws. The man who had offered him a drink, to which he had easily obliged though he had never drank, was one of, if not the sole founder of Bolt, the organization that Ian had tried for what felt like weeks earlier, but in reality was much longer. He was credited with most of the procedure that had kept Kumo so safe, and to the best of his knowledge had overseen the teaching of the operatives that he had met.
He had noticed a bladed figure when he woke up, and now on further inspection, he had remembered him from the invasion of Kumo, his first real taste of war. He knew the man was strong, incredibly so, but he didn't have a name to go with the face. A he had made his way out he saw a few more Kumo faces, which led him to believe he was still in the village even though he didn't recognize anything. It was only until they had stepped outside that he knew that to not be the case. While the others were talking Ian was taking in the view. Dazzling lights and frozen fountains lined what seemed to be a courtyard, vines crawling up a white trellis that was surrounded by snow. The sheer amount of white outside, snow and all, and the lack of the trademark mountains solidified Ian's assumption that he was, indeed, not in Kumo anymore.
A normal person might have been scared, hysterical even, but something about the peacefulness of everything, something about the fancy air that the people he had seen were putting on, it all mad him relax. Being uptight wouldn't solve his issues, he wouldn't learn anything any faster being that way than any other way. In fact, he might miss something if he dwelt on things like that too much. Besides, Otoha had told him it was a long story, which he assumed meant that he knew what was going on. That made him relax more.
Slowly tuning back into the conversation, Ian was given his first piece of information. THere was a boy infront of him, a little younger but not much, who was introduced as the Prince of Yuki. He had heard of the place before, a ninja village hidden in a vast expanse of snow. He didn't know much about it other than that, but the amount of snow around certainly fit that description, though the decadence exceeded any village he knew of. He made a mental not, putting down Yuki as a possibility of where he was, though the amount of Kumo people around made that somewhat unlikely to him. A moment later he was being introduced to the prince, though the man who had introduced him clearly didn't know his name in the faintest. Ian chuckled a little, and would have corrected him if the tone of the conversation hadn't changed suddenly. Supposedly, at some point This kid had said something about Kumo burning. Just the thought made Ian seethe a little bit, but of course he kept his temper, opting to hear him out instead of saying or doing anything rash. Clearly if the more powerful and experienced shinobi were being calm, he could afford to do the same.
He kept his nerves and listened, intently, as the boy seemed to speak with a clairvoyant tone. In the world of shinobi not too many things were strange, but seeing into the future was one of them, and it was always surrounded by skepticism. Still though, what he had said, though hard to hear, was quite possibly the inevitable fate of all shinobi villages, that one day they would be attacked, and hat they would not always be able to win. It had happened before, though they had survived, and it was stupid to say that it couldn't happen again. What Ian was relieved about though, was that it was not a threat, but more of a warning, and that this kid was not particularly plotting to destroy their village. Still, it seemed as though the masked man had more to ask of the boy, and in a unique fashion, he sought to ask it. He removed the mask he had, and his bat like ears were even more prominent, Ian recognizing them as belonging to one of Kumo's many clans, though one he was relatively unfamiliar with. He could only look on as he began to do something, some sort of dojutsu, and he spoke to Koji. Was he transfixing him, trying to hypnotize him into giving more information, or was he doing something else? Ian could only wait and watch.
Hitomi sat on the table with Kyoji, enjoying his company, but she could tell that he had been having quite a bit too much to drink. He was wavering and wobling, and eventually fell of the table, to which she laughed a little, but then he somehow managed to respond to her question, though it was quite delayed, his words slurred almost beyond recognition, and there were faint traces of hissing in his speech. Still, she responded to his return question, telling him a simple, "Sora", before standing up her own self. Though the room was hazy and lagging, her balance and preception were still just fine, though admittedly delayed.
"It was nice meeting you Kyoji, but i have to go find my...escort for the night. I wouldn't want them thinking I ran off after all."
She didn't want to leave him like that, he was clearly drunk, but she couldn't be around kids too long, and she definitely wasn't babysitting anyone. She quickly made her exit, gliding across the room to grab her date, who still seemed like she had just left, though quite some time had passed. He was sitting at a table, talking to his friends, and she simply sat down next to him, not interrupting him. She reached for her jug of sake, attempting to entertain herself, only to find that it was gone. She had left it at the table with Kyoji. Since she had just sat down it was nothing for her to get up again, and she excused herself, in an attempt to go retrieve her libations.