As expected; they had known each other too long for Yoshitsugu to be wrong about this. He stood up slowly and stepped away from the table, glancing around the room as he did so.

"Four beds and a multitude of screens." Pressing his hands together, Yoshitsugu closed his eyes for a moment and bowed slowly. "Is it quaint work for an architect? I'll leave all direction in your hands anyway."

For just a single, rare moment, he looked as tired as he felt.