* Nakoto continues until he's fairly sure they're out of earshot, then stops, 
turns, and looks questioningly at Tairan.
<Tairan> ... got a favor to ask. I know you're gonna be real busy, what with 
fixin' all the damage the old man caused with the rebellion and all... but it's 
important.
* Nakoto frowns.
<Nakoto> What?
<Tairan> ... I spent the last year and a half or so thinking that Tamiko was the 
one who ratted me out to the old man. But I talked with her a coupla days ago 
and she says it wasn't her. 
* Tairan frowns. "She says one of the guys in my hunting party sold me out. And 
I think someone besides pops was working to make sure all the people I sent to 
try'n get an explanation from her while I was in jail never got to her, 'cause 
she says she never heard from any of 'em.
<Nakoto> Really?  That seems... like something our father would do.  A little 
subtle, perhaps, but still.  I'll look into it.
* Tairan stares up at his brother intently. "Someone worked awful hard at 
ruining my life. Even if it was just pops and someone from my hunting party, I 
wanna know who. I *gotta* know who. And if there was more involved... thanks. 
I'd appreciate it."
<Tairan> ... you know about Tamiko and Daigoro?
<Nakoto> Not really.  I didn't keep in close touch with your old friends.
<Nakoto> Is something wrong concerning them?
* Tairan sighs. "Nah. Just... hell. Nevermind. It's not important."
<Nakoto> Are you sure?  If there's anything I can do...
* Tairan pats his brother on the shoulder. "Nah. Some damage the old man did 
can't be repaired. Tamiko's part of that." *forces out a grin* "You worry about 
yourself. Y'got an entire clan to handle."
* Nakoto laughs, just a little bitterly. "Do I ever. Revolts about to happen 
every other day." He waves a hand. "But don't worry about it. You take care of 
yourself."
<Tairan> Always do. And if anything comes up that requires subtlety, finesse, 
and discretion... actually, find someone else. But if you need someone hit 
repeatedly, send out the call, and I'll come. 
* Nakoto grins. "Sure, brother." He wraps one large arm around Tairan's 
shoulders and gives a slight squeeze. "Get going. I think they're leaving 
without you."
* Tairan nods. "Good luck, Lord Hoshimoto." *grins; jogs off to meet the others*