Abbot Kiyoka slid open the sliding door of the tatami room and gestured for the two to follow him inside.
Fujiwara Reya removed his shoes in the spacious and serene entryway, walking across the polished floor into the room. On the handmade thick tatami mats, the surface in the middle was woven with rush. The window frames were elegant and slightly outdated, but the ink paintings on the wall lacked grace. Oh, right, there was also a pot of black lilies on the table, the same as the bouquet the two ladies brought back to the dojo.
"Please have a seat, I'll prepare some tea." With that, Abbot Kiyoka stepped into a small compartment.
