But if Minako was sure to know she would have to weasel every ounce of information out of everyone involved. She would need to confirm this was her Sozen, and that the gang who's insignia she held in her palm each night not only paid, but that Sozen made it out.
This meant a lot of finagling, possibly bargaining, and most likely bloodshed. To start, the samurai would find herself right in a warehouse. It was a mess and a few man were scattered in it, still laying there in their own filth. Any blood spilled was fresh, and that meant it hadn't been more than 24 hours that Sozen might have been here.
Survivors searched through the wreckage and pulled each other from piles of ash still- possible confirmation in not only the ash, but the survivors.