[ It really is completely useless. He'd have preferred the local currency if the jewelcrafter insisted on a material expression of gratitude, rather than someting to sit on a shelf and catch the light for an indeterminate amount of time. For now, it's just small enough to fit in one of the more spacious pockets of his trousers, so he pockets it. ]

Nanami-san, please.

[ If this guy's going by Dazai Osamu, then he should appreciate that they aren't familiar enough for first names. Dazai Osamu. A man of little outward reaction by choice, then habit, then reflex, and the three together, nothing changes in his expression, and because it's much less important than the new circumstances in which Dazai finds himself, Nanami suppresses the urge the dryly ask, not Tsushima Shūji?

What a choice. Not his business. ]

To date, other than the abruptness of our being taken here and the accusatory parchments, relatively mundane, even bucolic. Otherwise, without knowing more about your place of origin, I don't know what to focus on that might be noteworthy.

[ Though it should be Japan, right? ]

First, how is your physical condition?

[ Yes, again, those bandages could have nothing to do with injury. But, impression is impression, and he's aware that some of their lot arrived in bad shape. ]