Ugatta walked along the dusty stone streets of his village. Here where he was, it was a watering hole; literally. This place was in cave but it was different. It used mirrors to reflect the light inside of it during the day and had lamps during the night. It was his favorite meeting place and the insides of it was nothing like the dull faceless and ragged surface that one would see on the outside of a cave. On the inside has intricate, hand made draperies that had adorned in gold thread, the ancient writings of his people and his village. The walls were shaven smooth and were polished with bee's wax giving it a special shine. The tables were made of acacia wood, the kind of trees that can withstand the harsh environment of this place and was a very durable wood. The bar top was made of marble as it rested on an oak cupboard for the drink supplies to be stored.
Ugatta walked in confidently, everyone in there knew him and what he had done. Without each other knowing, he himself had went on missions for the note worthy people that were in there. But today he did not come to meet any of these but rather he came to meet one person in particular and he saw the figure sitting in the corner with his back against the wall as a true gangster would not allowing himself to be vulnerable and keeping his eyes on everything in front of him. He was smoking a pipe too as the breif glow from the pipe illuminated his hidden face under the hood. Ugatta smirked as he saw this and looked at the smoke slowly rising from the hooded one's lips. He took a seat opposite from this man and the man began speaking right away.
"You sent for me Ugatta, so here I am." he said in a deep voice.
"That I did." replied Ugatta in an octave deeper than this visitor. "I sent for you because this mission is different. Its not one that is assigned from the Kage and it would not be registered in the log they have here. But only for our organization."
"Oh? You of all people should know that I do not work for free."
And with that, Ugatta tossed a sack of gold on the table. The man took another pull of his pipe as he looked at the sack and again Ugatta saw the man's eyes under the glow of his pipe. His face had looked weary, no doubt from the long journey but now, he was ready to talk business.