After the earlier debacle searching for his clanmate Kichirou had taken the Kasuga's advice. Changed into the clothes he usually wore on deck but still armed with his daisho the Scorpion had made his way to one of the watchtowers. His hope was simple. Either he would find some information that might lead him into some kind of direction or he would at least get a better understanding of the city from a higher perspective.
To facilitate either or possibly both of his goals he had brought with him one of the local embassy's translators.