Waisu avoided looking any of them in the eye as he continued to bow low, insisting that he was fine and didn't need the assistance they were offering. There was no need to bring the samurai into play, either. All the while, Kinn sagged in the chair, breathing slowly to collect his strength again. He looked around, catching a toy here and there, noting he didn't hear any small patter of feet around.

His eyes roll over to Vegas. "We...should have Riley draw our crest. Have medallions made for places under our protection." And to have the Theerapanyakul crest on their businesses, too. Sucking in a breath, he moved to sit up so he could focus a bit. "Where are your children, grandfather? Grandchildren?"

Waisu froze, staring at Kinn as if the man had read his mind. He locked eyes with the other men for a second and then lowered his face, falling silent. Kinn's face turned hard as he watched the man. "Who? When? Where?" Had they been taken by another clan? "Yokohama?"

"Yamato-Nara-gumi," Waisu stuttered, sounding absolutely wretched as he covered his face with both hands.

A name Kinn heard in passing a couple of times. They worked under the shadow of Yokohama, the family that claimed the Port Market as their own. It made sense that the bone-setter didn't want the samurai involved: more than likely they wouldn't give a shit what the Yamato-Nara did as long as they didn't cause trouble for Yokohama.

"They're underlings for Yokohama," Kinn muttered under his breath to inform Vegas of that. He wasn't surprised in the least that there was something as dark as trafficking here. It was probably the perfect place for it, too: refugees came and went without so much as a by-your-leave, right? Natives might disappear but for different reasons as well.