“Grands-“ Sorin looked to Yukimura with a scowl before looking back to Akihime. “He is not my grandson.” He said roughly. “He’s my ward.” He turned and moved to his desk, pushing aside some scrolls on the messy tabletop. “Rid the whole city of those vile things. Don't leave a single one alive, and then leave.” He turned with three long strings of gold coins. “This should be more than enough for your services- be grateful girl.” With a sneer he tossed the coins on the ground between them, a satisfied smirk on his face as he waited for Akihime to retrieve them.
Amaya stepped forward immediately and knelt to retrieve the coins, turning to hold them out for Akihime to take. “My lady.” Her tone was quite gentle for the expression she wore on her face. With her back to Sorin, an angry scowl darkened her features, showing her great anger at the slight to her master.
Yukimura stood aside silently, eyes on the floor as his master acted, a soft scowl on his face.