From the Jaws of Victory (Inactive)

Game Master Mowque

This is the last time I shall control your character. Enjoy!

It was the drums, Jiang Hua decided in the end. Goka was a city of flutes, of harps, of woodwind instruments. A place of light and subtle beauty, a city of elegance. The martial drumming was as foreign as the invaders themselves. She was not the only one who had felt this, who knew deep down that the world was changing. Ever since the drums had begun hours ago, at first light, the young noblewoman had sensed tension. Then again, when was the last time the city had not been gripped in fear and unease? Since before the Imperial troops encircled the city, endless ranks around the crumbling ancient walls? Since last summer when Imperial troops seized the Highland Canals, cutting up the Gokan trade to the interior? The spring before that, when Gokan hired mercenary troops had fallen back in disarray before the onslaught, where her brother had died? Or even farther back, to the years when a re-born Empire was a mere rumor, a whisper on the trade ships?

Hua shakes her head, banishing the memories of the recent dark years. That nightmare of tension, worry and anticipation was over. An entirely new nightmare was about to begin. Goka had lost, reconquered by the resurgent Empire and today was the first day of that occupation. Once, Goka had merely been a bright star in the grand constellation of the mighty Lung Wa Empire. A shining crown jewel among a hoard of others, and had been subjected to outside control for centuries. Had those days returned fully? Would Jiang herself grow old and die before Goka would be free again? Surely not and yet….what was happening today shook her faith in her homeland. It was painful, confusing and terrifying. But she had to witness it, she had to be here to see it through, to make it real. Jiang’s world was ending.

So that is why Jiang Hua found herself here, on the northern end of the Seven Dragons Bridge. Even the Bridge itself had changed, with Imperial troops having cleared it of the usual clutter of rickety shop stalls, gaming stands and pushy vendors. Instead the hundred foot wide stone pathway, that linked the North Bank and South Bank, had been throughly scrubbed and cleared. It was eerie, to see something that had seemed the very lifeblood of Goka snuffed out and removed without apparent effort. An entire flourishing community simply...vanished. Replacing them today, were crowds of onlookers, pressed against the high stone rails, leaving a wide center lane clear for the incoming parade. Hua looked south, shading her eyes against the brilliant midday sun.

At this distance South Bank was little more than a gray smudge of buildings, indistinct and blurry. Only the looming ziggurat of the Bank of Abadar stood out clearly, dark and imposing far taller than the rest. She thought she caught a twinkle of light off the spires of the Great Hospital of Qi Zhong and a gleam off the Dome of Perfection but that might have been mere fancy. Her eyes were good but it was a long way. She turned her attention back to the southern end of the Bridge, where the drums were growing louder. The victory parade had been a bit of inspired brilliance, Hua thought to herself. A grand procession from one end of the city to the other, ending in Gokan Palace itself, the symbol of Goka’s independence and power. How better to demonstrate the power and glory of the new conquerors? Who could question their supremacy and victory after such a display? Clearly, whoever was in charge of the Imperial army was canny and well versed in matters of public display.

Finally, Hua saw the first rank of Imperial soldiers, advancing up the ruler straight bridge. At this distance they were simply a wall of glittering gold, sun shimmering off the distant uniforms. Slowly they drew closer, marching with a steady, monotonous rhythm that seemed to break the time down into small, discrete chunks. As if the world was being sliced up by the sound and neatly laid out on a plate, to be examined and used as one saw fit. In time Hua could see the soldiers more clearly, make out faces and uniforms. Most were stolid Tian-Shu men with dark eyes and straight black hair, cut into military fashion. This was hardly surprising, since the Empire’s heartland was mostly inhabited by the Tian-Shu just like the Lung Wa Empire of old, the realm these men seemed intent on re-making. Hua saw others in the ranks, slender Tian-Dtang, dark skinned Tian-Sing and even several rough looking Tian-La from the northern wastes. To Hua’s cosmopolitan eye however, used to the wild diversity of Goka, the men looked nearly identical, like chains of paper soldiers made by children. They all kept perfect time with the marching drums, marching with unnerving precision. Even their eyes were the same, focused forward on some distant spot. Something inside Hua shivered at this bland mononty, the antithesis of Goka’s rebel spirit. This couldn’t be the future….could it?

The men marched past, rank upon endless rank. Despite the seriousness of the occasion, the dull routine made Hua’s mind wander. She knew the parade was ending on the Diamond Knoll, that immense hive of power and prestige. Where would they puteveryone? Goka had no public square or plaza for such a procession. Would they stack them up in the warren of streets on the hill? Judging by the scale of the parade, which seemed to include the entire invading army, the first units would reach their destination hours ahead of the others. Even in a city used to traffic jams it would be record-breaking.

She shifts her gaze northward, looking over the backs of the marching soldiers (now columns of archers) toward the North Bank. Being much closer, Hua could see much more detail here. Highest, of course, was the Gokan Palace, a sprawling network of blocky towers, strong walls and sweeping roofs. Home of the Mayor of the Palace the most powerful figure in the Gokan government...or was at any rate. While the outline of the impending occupation hadn’t been shared with the public, one thing seemed clear. Mayor Nai Yan Fei was headed back to the Imperial capital of Changdo in irons, held as both hostage and bargaining chip. As far as Hua knew the Palace was empty, although she doubted such a potent symbol of status and wealth would stay that way for long. Surely whoever took over Imperial management would be eager to set themselves up as a despot in the abandoned Palace?

Like supplicants surrounding a royal throne, Hua sees the other buildings clustered around the heights of Diamond Knoll, pubic and private alike. The Grand Pagoda of Bountiful Gifts, the grim prison of Yanshan, even the defunct Imperial Examination Hall (often rented for parties in modern times) and as well as the imposing palaces and manors of the merchant Houses. Each vied for space, gaining influence and prestige just by sheer proximity to power. The buildings were tall there, with space at such a premium, and some of the larger towers reaching well over ten stories of stone and timber. The heart of the city was usually decorated in silk banners and ringing with chimes but not today. Today, even if the occupiers did not know it, the city was in mourning with the few family flags on display hanging limply in the still, humid air.

A shift in the sound of the parade brought Hua’s attention back to the Bridge. It takes her a moment to recognize the unfamiliar sound of hoofbeats on stone but she quickly focuses on the cavalry detachment marching in smart order up the road. In the Gokan world of shipping and narrow wooden bridges, horses were rare and generally only expensive prestige symbols for the very rich. To see a whole troop of them took Hua back to her travels in the heartland of Tian Xia where horses were far more common. Yet another sign how different the Empire was from the city.

Behind the gilded and armored riders, a large knot of people were pressing forward, all clustered around an ornate and ornamented palanquin. Aides and courtiers huddled around it, like old men in front of a warm fire. With a start, Hua realizes this must contain the leader of the Imperial Army, Grand General Xeo Zeting, of whom rumor barely whispered. While the streets positively heaved with rumor, all that was generally agreed on was that he was a brilliant tactician and organizer, the architect of most of the new Empire’s victories and a trusted confident of the Reborn Emperor.

The young noblewoman cranes her neck, trying to see more clearly. Slowly, the crowd of military men, civilian scribes and even a few priests comes into clear view. Hua ignores all of them, for the moment, to catch her first glimpse of the conqueror of Goka, the man the Empire had lavished so many titles and privileges on. A hushed silence fell over the crowd around her as everyone else tried to do the same. When the Grand General came into clear view, Hua’s eyes widened.

The figure in the golden plated palanquin was not particularly imposing. Not the hulking brute, with broad shoulders and bristling beard that she had conjured in her imagination. A demonic looking warlord with burning eyes full of glory and lust for battle. Instead, the man everyone was paying homage to was lean and spare, wearing gleaming white Imperial robes. He was clean shaven except for a thin mustache, with close cropped brown hair under a thin gold circlet of office. Long fingered hands were tightly clasped in front of him, stately and reserved. But Hua found herself staring at the man’s eyes, which were tightly bound with a pale cloth.

Xeo Zeting was blind.

His face turned slightly this way and that, as if listening to the crowd but never focused long, clearly unseeing. Frequently he gestured and whispered something to an attendant or scribe, who rushed off to do his master’s will. Even at this distance and through the crowd, Hua got a sense of gravity from this man, an aura of command. Whatever his handicap, the Grand General was clearly a man in charge of events; not overtaken by them.

Then a flicker of movement out of the corner of her eye draws Hua’s attention away the Imperial retinue. Sitting on the stone railing near here, is a dirty boy of eight or nine, dressed in ragged monk’s castoffs. With some determination, he has gathered up a handful of sticky street mud and bird droppings from the bridge. The noblewoman is confused for a moment until she sees the boy draw his hand back, taking a throwing stance...aiming directly at the Grand General’s entourage!

Control.

Jiang Hua was never one to take control, fight for it, want it. In fact, it has always been bestowed upon her, by circumstance, by sheer luck. Or by simply being the last resort, a thought crossed her busy head, the pounding of the drums exasperating the dull pain from the few too many cups of Vudrani wine from the night before. I barely control my own life. What hope do I have to control the entire House, especially now?

The Imperial Army marching past her, her glance washed over the soldiers' faces, with the lax, distant face of one seeing her ship devoured by the waves of the Embaral Ocean, surrendered to her fate. Breathing in the sea air, hands hidden in her rich blue sleeves, she sighed, before taking in the sight of the Grand General. A blind man leading the largest army in the last century..., she pauses for a moment, her mouth opening in shock, before closing and pursing her lips. And what's your excuse? A glance away from the endless river of conquerors, however, stops on the ragged, dirty urchin, perched on the railing.

Jerking her out of her thoughtful trance, the sheer misguided pluck of the child stirred something deeply buried in Hua. Deftly dodging her way through the couple of onlookers on the way, she stops right in front of the child, a half-smile on her face.

"You know, there's plenty of other ways to get beaten to death.", she spoke out with a relaxed, sarcastic tone, crossing her arms with an expression of amusement. "Most of them are a lot more fun, too." Pointing a finger towards the river, she added, "Make you a deal. You throw that back in there, and we'll go grab a warm meal when the parade is finished. I'm Hua, what's your name?" Still standing in front of the disgusting projectile, Hua's glance cast down at her fine robe. Shizuru, grant me temperance if he actually throws it.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 + 15 ⇒ (8) + (6) + 15 = 29

Facing the disheveled youth, Hua can hear the parade behind her. The jangle of armored riders, the clatter of hooves, even the strained breathing of the palanquin carriers. As far as she can tell, no one in the crowd or procession has spotted the thrower and divined his intent.

The dirty lad looks steadily at Hua, hand still dripping with grime. His face has a sunken, worn look that speaks of many missed meals and cold nights. Goka never has a proper winter but that doesn't mean living on the streets is very comfortable even at the best of times. The last few months, with the chaos and shortages caused by the war would make it far worse then usual.

He glances toward the muddy river below, as if judging the distance. Slowly he turns back saying, "They call me Jo." His eyes narrow, and Hua gets the feeling the street urchin is wondering how she'd look with a face full of mud and bird droppings. Slowly though he says, suspiciously, "What kind of meal?"

The cluster around the Grand General slowly eases past, and the Gokan crowd starts to shuffle back to life after the nearly frozen uncertainty around them.

The Grand General's passed, thankfully., a thought of relief passes Hua's mind as she turns back at the child, her half-smile flashing full as he responds. Hah. Cheek., she ponders for a moment, before responding quickly, arms crossed. "A free one, for starts." A warm chuckle leaves her mouth, amused eyebrow arching up. "Pork broth with some spring onion dumplings? Or fish cakes. There's always fish cakes. And all the honey tea you can drink." And a warm cup of rice wine for me..., she adds to herself, rubbing her temple.

Staring across the bridge to the glimmering Dome of Perfection and the Bank of Abadar, her eyes instead dig deeper through the buildings towards the sprawling temple-grounds of Shizuru. I wonder what Yong has to say about all this mess. Or, I wander what he'll mean after he hits me with the ancient wisdom. But, I don't think I'm in the mood for ancient wisdom now... or meeting any family members...

Turning back to Jo, she tilts her head. "So, it's up to you, Jo. You can throw that down and come for a meal in a warm place.", she says, taking a theatrical half-turn, "Or you can stay here with a hand covered in bird droppings and an empty belly. Either case, I'm leaving now." Extending a hand towards the urchin's droppings-free hand, ushering him to come, she takes a step away from the crowd.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 + 15 ⇒ (1) + (5) + 15 = 21

South Bank remains resolutely (and annoyingly) distant to Hua's eyes. The monastic gardens of her brother's religious retreat remain hidden. She wonders how much news of the Imperial occupation has penetrated those holy walls. Sometimes South Bank seemed to float on a dream buoyed by meditation and faith and other times was a base hive of gossiping old men and women vying for prestige.

Jo only hesitates for a moment but then drops the pile of grime into the river, where it vanishes into the equally brown water without a trace. Hua wonders if blood would have mixed so easily. Jo is just reaching for her hand when a figure steps nearly between them. He is wearing the stained outfit of an artisan, dark leather with a rope belt. An unshaven chin and ruffled mop of hair gives Hua a sense of unkemptness that he own fastidious personality would never allow, regardless of her wealth. The man also has the burly shoulders, knotted hands and extensive burn marks of a blacksmith.

"He bothering you, miss?" the man says politely enough to Hua, but without waiting for a word, gives Jo a backhand hard enough to toss the young man to the ground. Hua catches a drunken slur in the man's hoarse voice.

Jo whimpers quietly, hands covering his bleeding face. "Mind your manners, boy." The man growls at him, clearly deciding if he should kick the prostrate urchin.

Drinking before noon in public? Don't know if I'm feeling disgust, or envy. A second glance and sniff at the man's appearance, she concludes, Definitely disgust. Although, I can't imagine too many noblewomen dragging urchins around... Raising her palm towards the man, Hua shakes her head, a polite, yet patronising smile on her face. "Your concern is well-indended, yet ill-placed, blacksmith.", she replies to the man. "But you'd be unwise to assume that the Matriarch of House Jiang can be so easily bothered." The subtle pronounciation hints that she took deep offense to being called 'miss', but is doing her best to pretend to hide it.

Inclining her head down a quarter of an inch, she holds her hand down to grab the boy's hand. "As soon as you apologise to my travelling companion, I will bid you good day and a blessed life." Holding her palms together, she stares into the man's bloodshot eyes, yet the tapping of her thumbs hints that he'd better hurry.

"Traveling companion?" The blacksmith says, with a mixture of confusion and disdain. The burly man looks like he'd like to contend the point but he catches Hua's words and meaning clear enough. He drops his eyes and says, a bit sullenly, "Of course, my lady."

"I apologize to your grand and glorious colleague, may the moon shine on his path and lead him to wisdom." The blacksmith says sarcastically, quoting a very famous and well known Gokan poem. Then he stomps off without looking back. Still, she had saved Jo a kick or possibly worse. Most Gokans were not overly kind to beggars, despite (or because of) being constantly surrounded by them and street people had few legal protections. It was not unheard of for such a beating to turn deadly, especially if the hapless victim dared to fight back.

For his part, Jo doesn't look capable of that. Hua helps the boy to his shaky feet. They have to wait a moment for his nose to stop bleeding to move on, Jo waving away any more in depth offers of help. He seems used to the abuse and doesn't comment on it any further.

The walk to the Oni's End is not a short one as the Foreigner's District is quite downstream. Since time immemorial the farther upstream an island was, the more desirable it would be. This had always made sense to Hua, since at the least, those downstream had to deal with the trash and waste of those farther up the river. When the Imperials had built the Seven Dragons Bridge all they had done was codified and enhanced and already established paradigm. Fittingly, when the city had established a formal district for foreigners (which was strictly enforced in Imperial times), they had naturally given the outsiders an otherwise undesirable location. What this all meant was that Hua and Jo would have to cross many bridges and islands to get to the Oni's End, which was perched on a set of sturdy pillars just (legally) outside the District.

While Hua and Jo headed downstream, entering the far narrower and slapdash network of wooden bridges, the noblewoman tried to draw the young man out. She earned little for her efforts. At best Jo offered one word answers and often none, simply shrugging or nodding to Hua's attempts to get a clear sense of who he was, any relations or frankly, anything at all. All she really learns is that Jo has indeed been living on the streets for some time and has no family connections she can divine. Hua is no expert on being homeless but this seems an unenviable position to be in. She gets the feeling Jo is waiting to see if a meal really is forthcoming before he lets his guard down any further.

The streets and bridges of Goka are not friendly to those with a hangover. From the shouting street vendors, desperate to flog one more scarf to the bright banners of more established store owners, the entire city seems designed to assault her. Still, even in her current state, she can appreciate the vibrancy of the street life, the vitality here. Street performers, wandering tinkers, fortune tellers and food vendors create a swirl of activity and life unrivaled in Tian Xia. After he years of journey, Hua is fairly sure an average Gokan street corner has more flair and economic activity then most city centers elsewhere. Still, it doesn't help her headache which worsens as they walk.

Finally, they enter the long wooden walk to the Foreigner's District, which island sits a fair distance from the others, another legacy of Imperial attempts at quarantine. While this separation was no longer strictly enforced, most foreigners still preferred to dwell here, among their countrymen and merchant partners. Even at this distance though, it is clear this island is different. Instead of the wood and rice-paper construction, topped with silk banners that dominated the rest of the city, the District's inhabitants preferred solid wood or even stone. A stumpy tower sprouted here or there, flanked by stolid warehouses. Hua had always thought it ugly, if exotic, but granted that perhaps they built on a grander scale in Avistan.

Just before the bridge connected with the stony island, sat the Oni's End, her family's tavern. It had been built here centuries ago when a bright Jiang had pondered the money making opportunities of an entire captive market of thirsty foreigners. It had proven a stroke of brilliance and had long been a landmark in the area, hugging the bridge as tightly as Gokan architecture and law would allow. While few truly important foreigners came regularly (preferring their own watering holes in the District) it was a favorite haunt of sailors and lesser clerks. Apart from the considerable coin they spent, it also proved to be a font of information about goings-on inside the District which had proved quite informative, not to mention lucrative, to the Jiang family more then once. Hua had spent much of her childhood here, hearing stories of distant cities and strange lands. It was probably where her wanderlust had come from, although she had satisfied it with trips inside Tian Xia and not the distant West.

With Jo at her side, they step inside the familiar tavern. After the strange and stressful time at the bridge, it is like sinking into a warm bath. There are the crowds of drinkers, huddled around the tables, some playing cards, others simply talking. There is the round, long bar, well stocked with both local and forgien drinks. And above it all, is the tavern's namesake an actual oni head bought by some Jiang relative of the distant past. The Goka markets can provide just about anything, then and now. Hua barely has time to take this in when Tsu Fan, bartender and manager comes over.

The tough old lady had been doing this job long before Hua was born, and was well respected by patrons and Jiangs alike. Firm, no-nonsense and with a flair for business made her an archetypal Gokan. Her sensible green dress and glittering earrings summons up years of memories for Hua. Even the scent of Tsu Fan's ever present tobacco pipe (a habit picked up from the forgien sailors) is enough to bring a smile to Hua's face.

"Good afternoon, Hua. You honor us with your presence." Tsu Fan says graciously, the honorifics sounding simple and straightforward somehow, not groveling. Without warning she shouts, head tilted backwards, "Devrosh, you touch that bottle again and they will be fishing your fingers out of the river!"

Behind her, a massive tattooed sailor at the bar jerks his hand back as if burned. Without looking Tsu Fan smirks and goes on to Hua, "How is the city?" She eyes Jo carefully but says nothing about him, merely sending up a esoteric smoke signal toward the rafters.

Why am I dragging an urchin along?, Hua asks herself after the fifth consecutive one-grunt answer from Jo, as she rubs her aching temples once more. Because you gave him a promise. And because it probably stopped him from starting a riot., a hidden voice in her answered. The pounding headache kicks in once more as an enthusiastic street gambler shouts at everyone on the bridge to come around his table, where three gruff men sit around a mahjong table, overlooking a waterfall.

A trained alchemist with a hangover. I am a disgrace to the trade., she adds, running a finger across her eyes, as she leads Jo by the hand through a huddled crowd. A trio of bridges later, she sees the stilted silhouette of the Oni's End, overlooking the bay and the foreigner's district, colourful people from all over the world going in to drink and gamble their sorrows away. "Up there, Jo.", she points towards the tavern, a stylised bannister of rich blue silk hanging off the window, bearing the same moth on its end as the golden one adorning the back of her robe.

Pointing to a water barrel, right next to the stairs, she says, "Right. Now wash your hands and your face. Then, it's all the food you can eat." Her tone, while still friendly, leaves no place for arguing, and a moment later she enters the smoky interior of the tavern, with its panoply of various smells.

Rubbing her head at the bar, Hua gives a courteous nod at Tsu Fan. "The city's still there, last I checked. We may need to check again, soon, though.", she replies. Pulling Jo onto the tall stool on the bar, she points to the relatively washed urchin. "I caught Jo here wanting to start a little riot by throwing dung at none other than Grand General Xeo Zeting.", she sends the boy a wide smile, as if she still can't believe it. "Who, believe it or not, is blind. So I bribed Jo with the offer of a big meal.", she spreads her arms theatrically. "So, could you please give him whatever's on the menu and a cup of honey tea? Small price to pay for keeping the peace in the city, I'd say."

Her eyes scanning the already familiar bottles and jugs on the wall, the languages all different, yet the message still the same. "...And I'll have the usua-", she pauses for a moment, her eyes glancing over the bruise on Jo's face. Her mind leaps back to think of the gruff blacksmith, and the smell on his breath, lingering further back to the haze-filled evenings of her recent past. She clears her throat, then stares back at Tsu Fan's permanently stoic impression. "Actually, I'll have a cup of tea. And a bowl of haejang-guk.", she points towards the suspiciously simmering cauldron barely visible into the kitchen.

"So, heard any new rumours?", she asks Tsu Fan as the woman returns a moment later. "Business is bound to be filled with people looking to drink the everyday away, especially now."

Tsu Fan nods knowingly at Hua's request for soup, a hint of mirth in her liquid eyes. She nods and barks, "Bo, some soup for our Mistress!"

One of Tsu Fan's identical but ever changing serving boys leaps into action, grabbing a pewter bowl and a ladle. Tsu Fan grunts as the boy spoons the soup with some skill. "A bit faster next time..." She grumbles, but takes a deep drag on her pipe, a clear sign of satisfaction.

"So, you saw the General? What was he like, other then blind, anyway? Strong as ten men and tall as a giant? I heard a man babbling yesterday who swore he was part Oni with a beard that dragged on the ground behind him, stained with blood." Tsu Fan snorts dismissively but she does allow, "I hear the army they brought with them is large though."

The boy arrives with the thick, hot soup, handing it over to Hua gingerly. Few taverns in Goka don't have a pot of haejang-guk going at any given time, at least for their more valued customer. It was a remedy that nearly everyone from Taipan's on down vowed worked but Tsu Fan was famous in this part of the city for her soup. Just looking at the floating chunks of ox blood cleared Hua's head.

"The tea!" Tsu Fan snaps and the boy vanishes deeper into the kitchen. The older woman leans in then, dropping her voice to a hoarse whisper, "Ripanus is causing trouble."

Ripanus, a middling clerk in some Avistan trading House was a frequent customer and like many thought he was very smarter then he was. A heavy drinker he was known to wax philosophical on many topics, often to the detriment of other's enjoyment of the tavern. More seriously he was known to opnely insult the Gokans who also drank here (many either working closely in the foreign trade or simply looking to enjoy Tsu Fan's renowned food and drink).

"He has been going on about how the Imperials will be good for Goka. It hasn't earned him many friends." She jerks a thumb toward the bar and Hua's attention is drawn to one of the corners where a larger crowd then normal is bunched together. She can't see the blonde haired Ripanus from here, but she can see the scowls of the Gokan dock workers.

"People are tense." Tsu Fan says unnecessarily. "Normally I'd say it is nothing but today...." A slight shrug of the pipe.

Hua laughs out loud at the discussions about the General. "He was neither of those." Holding three fingers up, she starts counting down. "Neither does he have a dragon's head, constantly belching smoke, he is not a two-headed hobgoblin, and,", she puts down her last finger, " at least when I saw him, he wasn't feasting on the very colours that make reality." She sighs, then continues with a more morose tone. "I think he's just a man. No matter what he's done, I think he's a human through and through, but he is the human in charge of the largest army that Goka has seen in the past few centuries."

Losing her interest in the story as she takes a couple of almost unladylike swigs from the bowl of soup, she tilts her head back with relief. She really is good., she thinks, as she stands from the chair. Taking her tea bowl in her hand, she stares at the crowd. "I suppose today the Gods have decided that I have to save people from themselves." Giving Jo, who's interest is entirely focused on the food arriving from the kitchen a half-smile. "And save my furniture from righteous anger.", she adds to Tsu Fan, as she disappears into the crowd.

Gently nudging her way through the busy tavern, she makes her way to Ripanus' knee-height table, sitting cross legged on a worn pillow. "Clerk Ripanus, good day.", she greets in a voice, loud enough to be heard from the nearby tables. "I have long wondered, how is it that the greatest philosophers find their truths in long debates and prolongued contemplation, yet only you are wise enough to travel to heights of wisdom on the fumes of liquor." Her voice doesn't bear any hint of sarcasm. "Enlighten me, what truths have you perceived today?"

Hua leaves Jo under the watchful eye of Tsu Fan. If the former had hoped Hua's generosity meant her tavern would be an easy mark, he was to be disappointed. Tsu Fan suffered few fools and her threat about missing fingers had no been an idle boast. Still, he seems happy enough to focus on his bowl of rice topped with steamed shrimp. Jo's use of chopsticks is so clumsy however that Hua wonders how long the beggar had been eating solely his hands.

As Hua makes her way through the tavern, she notes it is more crowded then usual for the time and day. The desire for news and the uncertainty of the occupation had probably thrown everyone off their normal patterns, and the smoky crowd added to the unease. Still, everyone makes way for her, most recognizing her as the owner while the rest at least got the hint she was important. A few of the Gokan's even bow politely, they were always more polite and formal where foreigners were around.

I assume you speak to him in Taldane, correct?

Ripanus is a short stocky man with a dark fringe of beard and a growing bald spot on his head. He held a cup of imported wine in one hand, and was brandishing a fork (another import) with the other. His dark eyes narrow at Hua's words, clearly wondering what she meant by it. The few Gokan's in the crowd who understand Taldane nod in agreement at Hua's words but the look on the Avistani faces is black.

This is unusual and gives Hua pause. Pompous, arrogant Ripanus has few friends and usually chiding him is a crowd pleaser. Either he was very popular today or the arrival of an Imperial army of unknown intentions were making the foreigners clannish. Ripanus also looks a bit shocked by the show of support and smiles, pleased with himself.

"Oh, honored proprietor, how wonderful of you to join us at our cups." He pauses then adds, "What truths have I discovered? Merely that the current change in administration is good and if your countrymen would stop letting their pride blind them, they would see it too."

Hua notes this remark doesn't have many supporters, native or otherwise. Clearly most see an invading army as a negative thing.

"I assume a wise and far-sighted woman like yourself can see the wisdom of my position?" He remarks grandly, but with an edge of wariness, clearly expecting Hua to prick him with an insult. Her tongue is (in)famous in the Oni's End.

Cusping her hands together, Hua's eyes glance over the unusually huddled together crowd of foreigners. Curious, perhaps even admirable. But a union born of fear is easily dismantled., she ponders, as she slowly sips her tea.

"I must admit, my glance may have stared too long in the clouds today to perceive the wisdoms you may reach, Ripanus.", she adds in a polite tone, yet the subtle comment about the man's short stature is there to see. "Though, I would like to be enlightened on the positive sides of our recent annexation. One may argue that, let's see.", she pauses, her open palm stretching forward. "The inevitable taxes to support the Imperial Army and less well-off regions, the unrest that follows armies that are huddled in recently hostile lands, the inevitable losses of work and...", she pauses, feeling her anger rise through her quiet and reserved tone, "the deaths of thousands of our family and friends, brothers and sisters, are a high price to pay to be a part of the Reborn Emperor's grand Reclaimation."

Leaning back on her pillow, she continues. "Perhaps, of course, one may argue that being the greatest city in a powerful empire is a gigantic opportunity, and it is mere coincidence that the last century of success of Goka began when Lung Wa collapsed." Gently placing a pouch of tobacco on the table, she pulls out a red-wood pipe with a dragon's head, before waving a hand at the man's multiple foreign listeners. "Or that the greatest progress on your own continent happened as your Taldan empire splintered in many states, each pursuing their own goals and interests. Each with their own great heroes, and achievements." Divide and conquer.

Huffing out a cloud of aromatic smoke, she glances back at Ripanus. "So my curiousity is bound to ask, what wisdom have the gods inspired in you that is worth more than money, peace, lives and centuries of history? I can barely hold my excitement."

Hua's words cut through the smoky atmosphere like a knife, honed and well aimed. Most of her Gokan crowd has lost here, unable to follow the Taldan language that well, most simply knew enough (at best) to unload a ship. Hua's grasp of the language was quite unusual in the city actually, usually reserved only for specialists and translators for the great Houses. It came in handy now however, as the crowd nodded and grunted approval of her points. A few even murmured agreement to their neighbors, but most turned to Ripanus curious how he would reply. The Gokan love of debate and argument had long ago spread to the District and clearly more then a few hoped the short man would give as good as he got.

Hua however, ignored them and focused hard on the man, extending her mind out. Reading minds was a difficult business and while Hua had had success with it for years now, it still felt odd to her. Arcane magic, outside of obvious money making uses, was generally overlooked in Goka and Hua rarely had a chance to talk to others freely and knowledgeably about it.

She couldn't exactly see every thought, open his mind and memory as if it were a book to peruse at leisure. It was more like an image in the surface of a swiftly flowing stream. Indistinct and constantly shifting, swept this way and that by constant unknown currents. Concentrating she picked a few things out Ripanus's thoughts however.

The first was greed, overpowering greed. Clearly something had recently stoked the Avistani's lust for gold and power. Behind it lay hope and anticipation, faintly shimmering in the distant. Even more remote, barely on the edge of her detection was a single word.

Aspis.

Hua frowned, thinking. That was a merchant house in the District wasn't it? One of the bigger ones, if she recalled. Ripanus worked there, Gods knew he bragged about it enough, but what did it have to do with the Imperials?

Her link to the man's mind breaks as he replies, "Losses of work?" he says, smiling, "Why would importing thousands of hungry and needy men into the city mean we are out of work? You don't think they will buy food in the markets, cloth from the shops, metal from the forges? And that is just the average solider, Gods know how much the generals and officials will buy. Luxuries of all kinds, to feather their new nests."

"As for taxes, pah!" he waves his hands dismissively, "The Taipan's have been robbing this city blind for generations, we all know that. Maybe they called them 'gifts' and 'required honorifics' but it was money all the same. Odds are the Imperials will at least call it what it is, and administer it openly." he gets a few nods of agreement here. It was 'common knowledge' in the District that the major trading Houses robbed the rest of the city blind, particularly foreign trade, via their control of Goka's anarchic government.

The man does not deign to reply to Hua's shot about Taldor, and she wonders if perhaps her own grasp of Avistan history is superior to the clerk's. Wouldn't that be ironic?

Aspis... I see., she ponders. If the Imperials use a foreign company for all their exports, they'll be untangling the power knot of the Tai-pans. And a foreign company exporting and importing through them would go through them first, rather than the local businesses. Win-win, except for Goka.

A mirthless half-smirk appearing on her face, she nods slightly at the greedy man. "Ah. One might think that you put your personal wealth above the peace in the city, or the blood of those who fought to defend it. You dodged the rest of my questions with barely any effort, Ripanus.", she adds, leaning back as she exhales another cloud of smoke. "It's now plain to see why you're the drunken master of debate.", her eyebrows raise up to underline the mockery.

"But you play the fool so well.", she continues, the light-toned voice going down to a normal, almost cutting voice. "Do you argue, that anyone in Goka would've stopped the Empire to purchase food, cloth or metal? Or their generals and officials from purchasing properties, or lavishing them with the work of our great craftsmen?" She smiles, her eyes locking with the audience's, suggesting that they know full well the mercantile nature of the city. "Oh, they will acquire all of this, and more." She sips her tea, before lounging back once more. "Though I doubt that Goka will be the one setting the prices."

Should I risk it?, a thought crosses her head. I should. Locking her piercing gaze at the clerk once more, she continues. "So the trading negotiations for Aspis are going well with the new administration, you say. Interesting how they happened so fast, considering that the new administration hasn't started administrating yet.", she smiles. Might not even be true. But it sounds true enough for them to believe it. "Were those administered openly? When the Empire was the invading force, and not our annexer? One wonders how to call this style of negotiation." She lets the word hang in the air. Treason.

At first when Hua attacks Ripanus's argument, the shorter man simply shrugs but as she mentions Aspis he looks sharply at her. A guarded look comes over his sharp features, as concealing as any mask. With narrowed eyes he stands up suddenly, leaving his drink and food.

"I said nothing of the sort, noblewoman." Ripanus says, voice wary. "Good day." Without warning he pushes through the crowd, which gives way ahead of him with surprise. The Avistanti doesn't even spare Tsu Fan or Jo a glance as he heads out the door, head low, shoulders hunched. It reminds Hua not of a man beaten, but of someone with bad news to report. His sudden departure and demeanor makes the noblewoman wonder what lever had she tugged?

The crowd is confused too. Thet had been expecting as a least a few more volleys before one side conceded defeat (usually graciously but that was unlikely with Ripanus even on his best days), not a total and utter surrender. Instead of the usual cheers, chatter and cat-calls, Ripanus leaves behind thoughtful silence and watchful eyes. Still, before Hua can reflect too much, she hears another voice from the doorway, not Ripanus's snide tones but a jovial, booming one. In a moment she also realizes it is in Tian.

"Lady Jiang Hua!" The voice says, as a dark shape fills the doorway, "Dare I hope the fleeing figure I just passed was yet another slain by the lance of your tongue? Truly I am sorry I missed it!"

The figure steps fully into the light and Hua sees a familiar face. Tragon Bellus, another Avistanti trader who had been frequenting the Oni's End before Hua was born.

He was of medium height, with the husky shoulders and girth of a once formidable man gone slightly to seed. His salt and pepper beard (more white these days) was clipped short, in Tian style. Indeed, unlike every other foreigner Hua knew of, Tragon frequently dressed in the style of the Gokan locals. The custom seemed to delight him and he enjoyed finding just the right combination of native clothing for any given time. For a time he had even taken to wearing a recreation (after his own researches) of a Imperial Mandarian cap until Hua told him that particular eccentricity might be unwise.

After the clothes though, what always caught the attention was Tragon's eyes. Almost painfully blue, they were quick and bright, shining with an inner light that seemed to cast shadows. Hua knew, vaguely, he had once been a 'Venture-Captain' in the Pathfinder Society,m long since retired. Those eyes told her that position, whatever it was exactly, was not one lightly handed out. He was a formidable man, for all of his jovial charm and panache.

He bowed, in a perfect imitation of a Tian courtier's bow, face nearly to the floor to Tsu Fan saying, his words flawless, "Shimming Jade of the Evening, will you grant me the honor of entering your Mistress's house?"

Tsu Fan raised an eyebrow and said nothing but Hua, who knew her so well, could see she was barely holding back a smile. Slowly, with the gravity of an Emperor the barkeep nodded. Tragon beamed, straightened from his partial kowtow, turning to Hua.

"It is settled then. Come, let me buy you a drink, Hua. I will have to toast your victor over the worthy Chelish clerk once I hear the details." He waves to one of the serving boys, who hops with nearly as much alacrity as when Tsu Fan orders them. In a moment a bottle of local sake is in his hand, sloshing lightly.

Hua's eyebrow raises promptly as Ripanus picks up in a haste, storming out of the door, then lower suspiciously. Not even an attempt to accuse me of lying, or a retort that I'm baselessly accusing him of treason? Her lips purse in a flat line, as she ponders that her arguments may have won the debate, but also won an enemy far more powerful than the middling clerk.

Sighing internally and finishing her tea, her darkened mood is broken by the jovial greeting of Tragon Bellus, which manages to force a smile even through her current contemplative mood. Rising up from the table, cup in hand, she gives the well-dressed man a courteous nod, and a smile a little too warm for any formal event. "You do my establishment great honour with your patronage, Eyes of Sky and Tongue of Gold.", she returns the courteous bow, before a devilish half-smile crawls on her lips. "Even if one may question your intentions.", she throws a teaseful glance at Tsu Fan and Tragon.

Her smile fades gently as she spots the sake bottle in the man's hand. Today, of all days, I feel like I deserve it., she ponders. And why do I need excuses?, she convinces herself as she sits onto a cushion, taking the cup of warm rice wine in her hand. A few won't hurt. As long as they're cups, and not bottles.

Sipping the familiar taste, Hua leans on her right. "Ripanus practically admitted that his trading house has been cooperating with the invading force before they marched into the city.", she says in a serious tone. "After some prodding, of course. Other than that, I stopped a young man poor in education, yet rich in spirit starting a riot.", the last words loud enough for Jo, still bowled over his foot, to hear.

What may have happened, if I grilled Ripanus a month ago, rather than today?, a unnecessarily loud thought appears in her head as she picks the cup up for another sip. "And how was your day?"

For a wonder Jo actually looks up for his (second) bowl at Hua's remark and grins, although it is more aimed at Tragon then Hua. The ebullient man had that effect on people, even in passing. In her talks with the Alchemist Guild they sometimes mentioned the power of electricity, that strange surging power found in thunderstorms and the more dangerous experiments. That was exactly what Tragon was like, Hua reflected, electricity.

The man smiles genially and pours himself a cup. He kneels and sits cross-legged across from her, as easy as any Gokan native. "Ah, swimming in shark infested waters I see." His words are light, but Hua catches a darker edge there, a burr of....warning? Or was it merely personal anger? Hua had gathered through the years Tragon despised the Aspis faction but had never placed why exactly.

When she mentions Jo he brightens again, turning to fix his startling eyes on the young boy. "Picking the successor to your House off the street, instead of waiting for the vagaries of business or inheritance? Very wise, Hua, very wise. He has the bearing of a Taipan and the grace of an Imperial courtier." Jo actually giggles as Tragon turns back to Hua.

There is a twinkle in the older man's eye as he responds to Hua last question, "My day? As you can perhaps tell by my dress, I spent a very invigorating day among your countrymen." Hua knew that Tragon enjoyed going among the city disguised as a local and exploring place he normally wouldn't be allowed to see. With his talent for languages and impeccable clothes, she guessed he was rarely, if ever found out. Indeed, Tragon had gone into place even Hua had never dared visit in Goka, both high and low.

He does grow a bit more serious however and says, "The people are uneasy, as I'm sure you already know. Occupation is never easy, even if the end of the siege is a bit of a relief in some quarters." Tragon takes a sip of the sake, licking his lips in polite Gokan fashion. The man pauses and says, voice still light but questing, "Don't your people have a saying about 'interesting times'? In any case, I see many of them ahead. I have been in occupied cities before, it is rarely a stable situation and Goka is, forgive me, perhaps less level-headed then some other places. Still, as you said, no riots today. The formal surrender and exchange of power on Diamond Knoll went smoothly enough, although I wouldn't have wanted Zhia Mandon looking at me that way. This Grand General has his work cut out for him, in bringing this city to heel."

Hua smiles a mirthless smile as Tragon hints at his experiences with the Aspis trading house. "Bolsterous Wei Shen teaches, a life without enemies is a life unlived.", she replies. "He also adds about such life lasting longer, too, though, so we'll see what comes of it."

She joins Jo in a chuckle as he jests about Jo being the successor. "There's still a few in line. And the deal with Jo and I ends with his appetite for today. After that... We'll see if he's willing to continue negotiations.", she sends the boy a smile.

Hua reaches to take another sip from her cup, and realises it's already empty. Glancing at the bottle, she instead focuses her attention at Tragon's words. "One can hope that the Emperor sees the wisdom of Empress Yin, and lets Goka work for its own benefit and his.", she adds, clearly doubtful. "Your trading house was working with House Zhia, wasn't it?", she quizzes, cogs turning in her head. "I had my hands busy with keeping the streets safe, paragon of hospitality that I am, so I couldn't go to the Knoll. How did the other houses take it? I am assuming Kwu Huilu was showing all the vulturish enthusiasm of a hungry oni?" That's one House whose gaze I'd love to avoid, especially now. And now is a better time than most to check with Lisheng... If she's even noticed the Army.

Tragon nods at the wisdom of Wei Shen saying, "I have not heard that one before, I like it. I like it a great deal." But when he holds his sake up to the light, his usual smile is gone replaced by a distant look unfamiliar to her.

"Then I have indeed lived a life in full, if that is the measure." he swallows the cup in one smooth motion, then shaking his head as if to banish old memories.

In a blink he is Tragon again, cheerful and urbane. "The Glorious House of Zhia, long may it stand, is of course accepting the change of circumstances with grace, aplomb and dignity that befits such a noble station." Tragon grins again, pouring more sake, "In other words, Lady Mandon looked as cross as an old crab. For a second I thought she was going to strike the heralds." he chuckles to himself, filling his glass to the brim, but not spilling a drop.

"That went for most of the Houses, of course. A change in authority is unsettling at the best of times and few know what the Imperials intend. I gathered that even the most resolute of the various Taipan spy rings have been unable to discover the General's intentions. Intriguing, no?"

"Well, all except House Huliu of course, who are being so blatant about their pro-Imperial policy I think the invaders themselves were embarrassed. Offering them so many 'gifts' so early just makes them look pathetic, if you ask me. Then again, no one did." He holds the bottle to Hua, "More? I have to admit, your tavern always has a knack for good sake. Must be why I visit so often." A sly wink at Hua, followed by a smile.

What past may you hide behind silken robes, oh, Venture-Captain., Hua ponders as she glances the man's distant face, so different than his usual jovial mood. His sight brings her into a pondering of her own past, now feeling like a lifetime ago. Hiding dark secrets in Changdo, the city where every wall has ears. Roving in ancient temples in thick jungles where the air's humid enough to drink. Dueling boastful hobgoblins on barren fields... It all felt like a lifetime ago, no, like a story told by shadow-puppets that she'd seen through the hazy eyes of a joy-driven noble.

Snapping her face back into the present, she realises her fingers are wrapped around the blue silken ribbon, adorning her now ceremonial sword. Pulling her hand back to her lap, she nods, hoping that her own delve down memory lane is unnoticed by her dialogue partner. "Then may it continue long, so your wisdom may be shared amongst those less fortunate.", she adds to his contemplation, before smirking. "As should your sake."

Continuing, she shakes the liquid in her cup, smelling the aroma, before answering. "Intriguing it is indeed. I cast a glance at the Grand General as his retinue marched past us." Sharing a conspiratorial smile at Jo's now glee-filled (and food-stained) face, she adds. "He seems like a man with an unmatched mind, if rumours are to be believed. As to his plans...", her half-smile shines once more. "I am driven to remember, 'When the oxen are fighting, the foxes feed.'", she smiles. "If they don't get crushed. Or another scavenger gets to the first. I'm being philosophical today.", she announces, taking a sip from her cup.

Continuing her smile, she raises a slightly offended eyebrow. "All sakes here are tested by myself personally, and I consider myself a woman of considerable taste? Though I had hubristically assumed there are more perks to our establishment than our wine list." She shakes her head. "I've had a few already, and I feel like the day has just began. Thus, I must regretfully - and uncharacteristically - refuse.", she flashes a wide smile. "Though, I will join you with a cup of strong green tea, and a thirsty ear for wisdom."

Hua covers her wandering thoughts well and draws her hand back from the hilt of her sword with subtle movements, and yet...Tragon's sparkling eyes miss little. He says nothing however, to the noblewoman's slight lapse in conversation, merely savoring his sake.

When she speaks about sharing his wisdom he lifts the cup in mock toast saying in reply, "From your lips to the God's ears."

The Avistani grins at her saying about foxes and oxen saying, "That is one of the things I love best about your people Hua, they have a saying for everything. A pithy and poetic phrase for every occasion, couched in colorful terms. If only the Inner Sea could match such wisdom. The only thing we all know are rowdy drinking songs."

"As for my wisdom...your flattery will be rewarded. I have gained a a pearl of it on my trip to North Bank and I shall share it with you, in honor of your exquisite palate. I will admit it was not easy to discover this, so keep it between us..."

Tragon leans forward conspiratorially, dropping his voice to a dramatic stage whisper. "The Grand General...is blind."

He laughs uproariously at Hua's face, throwing his head back. "Oh, Lady Hua, I had you! Admit it, I had you!" Tragon pounds the table with his fist in delight, nearly sending his sake cup flying in his delight. Tsu Fan sniffs at him from the bar but Jo joins in, despite not having been able to hear the joke.

Slowly the rotund man calms down, wiping tears from his eyes, "Oh, the simple pleasures of life are those I hold most dear, Hua. Sake, friends and jokes at their expense." he grins and nods his head, "Forgive me, I could not resist. As penance here is the actual news."

"The Grand General announced toward that both the Chorus of Wisdom and the Council of Heavenly Guidance will be left in place during Imperial administration. The War Council, of course, has been disbanded due to the current victory." His eyes twinkle at this last remark. "There, does that information ease the sting of my jest?"

Targon's burst of uproarious joy practically has Hua instinctively leaping backwards, eyes flaring open, but a moment later, after the shock subsides, she joins in with a loud clear laugh of her own. "You never seize to surprise, Tragon.", she adds a moment after, a small chuckle of embarrassment following a moment later. So wild, and unpredictable, despite all his time here.

"Ah, words of wisdom are merely reflections that the world around us has something that is worth to remember. And so do drinking songs, when one remembers the message.", she teases a moment later. "So the Chorus and The Council are to remain?", she says, tapping her finger on her lip. Will he stock them with loyalists? Or bribe some to support him openly... No, the subtle threat of the Imperial Army is what will ensure public support. Whatever is in store, I don't believe the current members are truly welcoming..., her eyes focus on the cup of tea in front of her, as if she's trying to see something coming."That information eases your jest down admirably, Master Bellus, and with some to spare.", she answers a moment later with a smile, as she leans closer. "When time allows, I would love to offer you a bottle of your choice for whatever you can tell me about that trading house you revile so much. I fear that the vultures are circling, and I'd hate to be the first target for their hunger.", she says quietly, before she bows down in a courteous bow.

"Thank you for the sake, the humour, and your fine company, Master Bellus.", she says in a louder tone, before taking a step towards the bar. "I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but, as your saying goes, 'time and tide wait for no one.'", she smiles, leaning on the bar next to Jo.

"Well, young man, like I said, our deal's up.", she says with a regretful smile on her face. "Though, if you want, there's a couple of options for you. You could stay and work for Resplendent Tsu Fan here,", she winks at the barkeep, currently cutting lemons with an intimidating looking cleaver, "which gets you warm bed, warm food. If you are willing to use your head, you can come with me, and we'll see about teaching you some manners and a few other things, as long as you behave." Quill is bound to need a young back and nimble legs around the house... and Bao's been quiet and sullen for the past couple of months.

She lets the offers hang in the air, as she glances towards the stairs out. "Or, if you want neither, you can come around and check for kitchen scraps from time to time, but don't get cheeky with Tsu Fan, or, well. The pot's always needing filled.", she glances conspiratively at the other woman. "Again, up to you. I'll probably be back here at sundown or later, if you need some time to think."

Taking the familiar trek down the stairs onto the busy bridge, Hua glances up at the sky, shielding her face with her hand. It usually hurts a lot more when I stare upwards. And the sun's a lot further downstream than it is now., she notes sarcastically to herself, as she begins looking for a riverboat heading to Lisheng's favourite places, thoughts churning in her head.

Tragon dips his head to her remarks, saying in farewell, "I would be happy to talk of birds, fish or whatever else you desire if you keep the liquor flowing. Good luck and keep your head about water."

Her conversation with Jo goes oddly. At first, the good food and Tragon's jests seemed to have reduced his guarded demeanor somewhat. The still grimy child indicates he wishes to go with her until she mentions manners and learning which roots him to the spot in sudden fear. She gets the feeling he doesn't want to out in the streets but there is something more there, something he wishes to say but is afraid too. He does manage to mumble something about wanting to wash his own dishes at least and Tsu Fan leads him to the kitchen without delay. Hua is certain he will still be here when she gets back so she turns to her next self-appointed task, tracking down Lisheng.

To a stranger, Hua task of finding someone of unknown location in a city of tens of thousands may seem mad, hopeless but Hua knows her quarry well. Wu Lisheng is notoriously faddish, only patronized the most up and coming fashionable locations. She will rave about a certain tea house or art gallery for months but as soon as it became passe, the attractive woman couldn't be dragged inside. Hua found the capricious turns of popularity tiring but Lisheng lived for it, craved it and, most importantly was good at it. Her friend seemed to have a sixth sense of detecting changing trends and fashions, and was always one step ahead of the crowd. At the very least, Hua never had to pick where they went.

The current hotspot for fashionable socialites of Lisheng's level was a multi-story restaurant in the outer district of North Bank. It was on the very edge of House Jiang's standing but so far they hadn't kicked Hua out or blocked her at the door. Lisheng had a knack of pushing social boundaries but never quite crossing them. That simply wouldn't be chic.

It only takes a moment to find a riverboat heading close to her destination and soon Hua is out on the brown muddy waters. Dozens of other ships swarm around carrying goods and passengers of all descriptions ranging from tiny, two many rowboats to glittering pleasure yachts for the Taipans. The innumerable islands float by, like ships in a dream, each covered in buildings of every type. This was the real Goka, Hua had always though, the water's edge. A world where everyone was at the mercy of the same tides, the same currents of fate with only their skill to match it.

She was feeling philosophical today.

As usual North Bank is quiet and sedate by Gokan standards, with cobbled streets and fewer of the raucous and demanding shopkeepers. The wealthy inhabitants paid considerable sums to mercenary groups to keep such undesirables out and a few even give Hua a close inspection before passing along. For all the talk of 'meritocracy' by the city elites, Goka was a very status conscious city. She could only imagine what they would have made of Jo, if the beggar had come along.

Shortly she finds her destination the Flowering Northern Hibiscus of Paradise, an overblown name even by North Bank standards. It had only opened a few months ago and was still regarded as a stylish spot although the shine was already wearing off. Hua had a feeling it was dropping in Lisheng's mental standings, which were just as finely balanced as those of of the Court of Exchange.

Still, it was n imposing building, four stories tall of heavy wooden timbers over a thick stone first floor. The ground floor was designed to be open, more like series of stone pillars then an indoor space, planted with artificial gardens and dotted with park benches. This strange park like atmosphere was completed by magical lights on the wooden ceiling which mimicked sunlight, even sometimes fabricating fake shadows, as if clouds were overhead. Hua still wondered what such an elaborate set-up had cost.

At the door an ornately dressed doorman bowed to her. To Hua's surprise, the man's costume was of a vaguely Imperial cut, a deliberate change from her last visit. Even here, in the most self-centered and indulgent quarter of the city, the new reality was seeping in. The man gives Hua an experienced once-over, clearly defining her rank and status.

"Ah, noblewoman. May I be of service to your honorable self this evening?" Despite his honeyed words, there is an edge there, a warning that the Hibiscus may be beyond her social reach. She wondered what they did to those who did not make the cut yet insisted on going inside. Did a place like this have a bouncer, like the rough and ready dockside taverns of the Fingers?

Forcing a jovial smile on her face, as if they were simply discussing some juicy gossip, Hua replies, "Thank you, Tragon. May the winds of trade fill your sails."

As Jo declines her offer of joining her house, Hua pauses, giving the boy a curious glance. Huh. That's interesting. Pursing her lips, she says with a knowing glance, "Okay then. But make sure you scrub them like she tells you to.", she nods at both, before leaving out the door.

The boat trip is quiet, the boat person as quiet and collected as they usually are. The river's flow the only sound she can hear, a small relief from the shouts and bargains on the city streets. Hua's thoughts linger on the situation that has befallen her, and Tragon's saying reappears in her head. 'Interesting times.' Interesting times indeed.

The Flowering Northern Hibiscus of Paradise, or the Hibiscus, as it was known for the moment around Lisheng's crowd was far from Hua's usual place to socialise. The few odd glances at her robes made her feel slightly like an outsider, even here, a dilettante with friends high up. Which, in truth, she was. But, that was before. In here, appearances and status are everything. And I should start caring about mine a little more. The last time she was attending Lisheng here, she was a decadent last child of a minor family, free to roam and carouse with little regard to her standing. Today, she was the Matriarch of House Jiang.

Glancing back at the doorman dressed in faux-Imperial attire, and the almost challenging tone of his voice, she lets out a forgetful smile. Glancing down at her clothes, she pulls out a tiny glass vial, filled with transparent white liquid, as she steps back, just enough to be visible from the bottom floor. Let's see what I can remember from my favourite member of House Wu. And to show some panache to the upstart guards., she sends a patronising smile at the man.

Uncorking the vial, Hua's fingers trail over its neck, as spirals and trails of cerulean, jade and crimson begin dancing around her fingers. Spinning her hand around her torso, her robe begins transforming, the loose-fitting blue sleeves disappearing to make place for a tighter, crimson cuffs with golden filigree. The numerous belts, utilitarian as they may be, seemingly weave themselves in under the arcane trails, as they're replaced by rich silken trails, the fabric itself woven with exotic patterns. Her vest is replaced with a neck-covering qipao with rich gold trimmings. Even the tassel of her sword changes to a much more ceremonial red silk. The only thing that changes little is the moth on her back, now braided in with golden strands.

As she raises the rainbow trail towards her head, her loose hair begins folding upon itself in a long tail, two curled golden prongs, like the antennae of a butterfly adorn the base of her hair.

Choosing to ignore the obvious wonder in the guard's face, as if this is an everyday occurence to her, she gives the courteous nod reserved for the help to the man. "Could you inform Luminous Wu Lisheng that the Matriarch of House Jiang requests her company?", she says. Do I milk it? I milk it. "And that I would like to be seated as I wait."

The doorman watches the visible flow of magic with a strange mix of distaste and reluctant admiration. For a moment he endeavors to be stoic, unimpressed by the arcane transformation in front of him, face fixed in a mask. As cloth becomes silk, ribbons become lace and dye becomes gold, however, he finally concedes. Hua's firm commands remove any lingering doubts he may have had. Even more then clothes, bearing and confidence make a person's status in Goka.

"That will not be necessary, Matriarch." he says bowing in obsequious 'defeat'. "I can escort you to Lady Lisheng myself, she is currently on the second floor. Please, follow me." At Hua's nod, he turns and leads her into the garden like lower floor.

The air is fresh and clean smelling, and Hua wonders if that is magically induced or simply the result of the planted greenery. Did they keep a jing xun on staff to maintain them? Or, more likely, simply threw out those that died and replaced them? Goka could be a frighteningly disposable city a times. The city's wealth was so great that what, in other places, would be a priceless treasure was just another street trinket here.

Hua is led through the lower floor, treading on mosaic paths laid out in pleasing patterns, winding among rough stone pillars and flowerbed. She sees few other people and that seems like a deliberate design choice, to give the feeling of intimacy. Soon they arrive at a wide set of wooden stairs leading upwards and the doorman quietly ascends.

The second floor is far more traditional. The smell of incense and sandalwood replace the floral scents of below, and the space is wide and clear, providing clear views of the many small tables and seating areas. There are few diners as of yet, and Hua wonders if this is a 'fashionable' time to eat or not. Even hat seemed to change with the tides of popularity. Hua still remembered those two months where the 'proper' thing to do was to eat five small meals, all between sunrise and sunset.

The doorman leads her past lacquered wooden walls, covered with tasteful rice-paper art to an outside balcony, carefully shaded from the sun. Here sat more tables, with a rather good view of the river and the bust Seven Dragon Bridge in the distance. At this height the water sparkled with the slowly westerning sun, hiding the usual muddy tones. Ships skated this way and that across the polished surface, many flying colorful flags of this House or that organization. For once current rends seemed to have at least picked a pleasant spot. They find Lisheng at a table in the far corner.

Her fashionable friend is apparently eating grapes, although she flings every third or fourth one over the railing into the river below. The doorman politely excuses himself as Hua gives her friend a once over.

Despite the display downstairs, Hua's own clothes tended to be fashionable (up to a point) and elegant. Lisheng however had always had a gift for taking things right up the edge of downright scandalous. She showed considerable more of her neckline and leg that Hua would have dared, and yet Lisheng managed to make it look good not desperate. The young woman's dark hair was caught in a net of pearls, each glittering as brightly as the river below and her make-up was expertly applied.

She glanced up and spotted Hua, smiling. "Oh, Hua!" She stands up and (after fixing her dress and adjusting her hair) comes over for a hug. "I wasn't expecting you, you should have sent someone ahead. I could have had food and music ready! They have a wonderful in-house chime player here, a real expert from Tianjing. You know the best musicians always come from there. Amazing isn't it?" As usual her voice is a breathy rush, full of excitement and energy. Hua hoped, for her friend's sake, apathy never came into vogue. "Sit, I'll go get everything arranged!"

Feel free to stop her, she is being a bit overblown. It is fine and polite to keep it to the two of you.

Well, there isn't a good comment about loving my new look., Hua sighs internally. But there isn't a pause about it, either, so it seems to do the job., she surrenders to herself, as she returns the hug with joy. "Oh, dear! There's no need for that, as my conversations with you are all the music I need.", she replies with a knowing smile, as she sits down as elegantly as she is able.

"You look radiant, Lisheng.", she notes with a smile a moment later, as the noblewoman sits down. Lisheng always shared interest in her more 'adventurous' stories, as long as Hua kept the gory details out. The two had grown up together, learning caligraphy and etiquette by the same tutors, and were thick as thieves, prior to her departure towards Quain more than a decade ago. Hua's feeling was that she was 'that adventurous friend' a lot more than a peer nowadays, considering her friend's considerably higher wealth.

Hua leans forward conspiratively. "I'll admit, my hunger today is for the latest gossip, and not food. And as the host, I'll start with the juiciest one." She looks around, smiling, then continues with a whisper. "I heard a rumour that a few houses was in negotiations with the Empire before they annexed us.", she says, before adding, "And I might have which ones!" She leans backwards, before smiling mischievously, hinting at her recent adventures.

"And what's the latest rumours of the High Court?", she asks a moment later, curiosity in her eyes. "Does Tai-Pan Douong Pei Ling really have a new mistress?", she adds.

At Hua's comment on her clothes, Lisheng smiles and says, in her best imitation of a prima donna, "Oh, this old thing?" Then laughs and says, "Thank you, it is quite new, out of that shop on the Pearl. Still, I think you have me beat today, Hua." She glances over her friend's ensemble with both envy and bemused respect, "Swords are very in right now, probably because of all that...military stuff." she waves away years of anxious military campaigning. "You are on the bleeding edge of fashion." Lisheng grins at her pun, always enjoying wordplay especially her own.

"Ooh, gossip. Hua, I thought you knew better, a refined Matriarch of your House." Lisheng's bright brown eyes flash in anticipation. "As for rumors, I can hardly keep track these days. I thought Goka was busy before but lately, it is like a feeding frenzy out there. Some of it is utterly ridiculous of course. For example, Gushan from House Tang...you remember him right? The one with the long hair from the waterfront party? Anyway, he was telling me, with a straight face that this so-called Grand General is blind and so are all of his advisers. Really!"

Lisheng rolls her eyes at the gullibility of others before going on, "But I have a few interesting tibits that I can vouch for. For example I know the seating arrangements at the formal coronation yesterday and, more importantly who wasn't invited." Then she drops her voice as well, whispering, "And even better, I know a few families who had fled the city entirely!"

Lisheng laughs when Hua mentions Pei Leng, "Oh, that is old news by now. It has been what, two weeks now? Besides, it is only because she was Jianqing Lao's mistress first. You know how they are, constantly feuding with each other. Why she herself be part of that game, I don't understand. I guess it isn't hard to turn the head of a tea girl, though." Lisheng says dismissively.

Hua laughs, though a self-satisfied smile spreads on her face as Lisheng compliments her appearance. A rare treat. "You are too kind. Though, I wasn't aware that the sword is the accent I've been needing all along. Although, it is both stylish and functional. To a point.", she smiles, before continuing. "And, besides, what's gossip today is public secret tomorrow, isn't it? I'm afraid my House's spyring is only myself, so I have to keep busy.", she adds.

"Although, get this.", a smile spreads on her face. "Tang Gushan was almost right. The Grand General really is blind!", she whispers, before leaning in once more. "I saw him at the march today, looking very authoritative. And I stopped a young boy from throwing... mud at his retinue! Imagine what a scandal it would've been." She shrugs. "Though, our long-haired friend may have been trying to impress you, as none of his retinue seemed to be blind."

Shaking her head at the revelation about the Douong-Jianqing drama, she tilts her head. "Oh! Well, I imagine said teagirl finds two Tai-pans fighting for her attention very exhilarating. Until they get tired of her. So, you were saying about the seating? Who's fled, anyone we like?"

"We like everyone, Hua, I don't want would make you say such an unkind thing." Lisheng says archly, then winks. She picks up a grape, examines it, then fussily throws it over the railing. The next passes inspection and she eats it daintily, obviously enjoying the crisp fresh fruit.

"The Ngun, Joon and Shinia Houses have all vanished overnight, far as anyone can tell." She ticks them off on her manicured fingers. Hua knew the Houses of course, fairly minor ones, just a step above her own. Still, all of them had had seats in the Chorus of Wisdom and House Shinia, at least, owned considerable real estate on the Floating Lotus Flower, Goka's pleasure district.

Seeing Hua's surprise, Lisheng nods saying, "Warehouses empty, shops stripped bare, records swept away in the middle night. Quite the mystery although I did hear some rumors they were fleeing to Quain, at least until things settled down." her eyes glittered mischievously, adding "Although some others said they merely descended into the Deepmarket, never to be seen again. So who can say?"

"But the big one is House Waxan." This greatly surprises Hua. House Waxan was one of the bigger ones in Goka, nearly Taipan status (in fact, tough old Lady Khie had long socially campaigned for the title). They had deep ties to the local seafaring trade, in pearls and corals.

"Everyone is saying they went to live with the pirates!" She grins but nods, "It's true, people said they saw them take to the boats. Gods, can you imagine? Living on a ship with a bunch of smelly sailors who only bathe when it rains? Ugh, I can't imagine anything worse, what could they be running from?" Lisheng dramatically shudders and carefully checks another grape for imperfections.

"So all of those families have chosen to flee Goka? Just like that? To go live with the pirates?", Hua's curious eyebrow shoots up. Ngun, Joon and Shinia, of all Houses. One would wonder why Shinia would leave. An army in town would mean substantial business for them, if anything. She glances over the river, where another one of Lisheng's grapes falls into the current. Are they wiser, having fled, or simply fearing Imperial retribution... as are most of us. "That's a shame. Venerable Lady Khie's humourless glances never failed to bring joy to me."

Hua's smile flashes with mischief once more, as Lisheng mentions the Deepmarket. "I suppose I may, the next time I go there.", she winks. Her travels in the Deepmarket were only on the outskirts, a few talismongers and purveyors of mystical and exotic reagents, not used by the Alchemists' Guild. And even then, her hand was never too far away from her jian at any length of time. The Deepmarket had its own rules.

"Say, Lisheng.", Hua chirps a moment later. "I've had a question sitting on my mind for the entire day. The Matriarchal hat tends to itch from time to time.", she jests, rolling her eyes in feigned apology that she's about to bring business. "Could you say a good word about me to whomever in your house is responsible for the commoner's food? Rice, grain, poultry? I think I have an idea that will bring wealth and influence of both our houses.", she says, before mimicking the removal of a courtier's hat from her head with a smile.

"Okay, time for the real salacious stuff.", she whispers. "What's the latest scandal?"

"If anyone could keep the pirates in line, Lady Khie can. I wonder if she will make them call her Taipan? Maybe she would smile for once..." Another grape fails the test and is dropped to the turbulent river. "Can you imagine her in formal kimono on the deck of a pirate ship? I doubt they have a single hairdresser of note in the entire fleet."

When Hua mentions business, Lisheng rolls her eyes. "Commoner food? I suppose although from what I gather," She melodramatically rolls her eyes, "Against my will, is that the market isn't very profitable. Lots of competition." A fake sigh and then, "Should I tell them to expect a visit or an invitation?"

Lisheng giggles and says, "Oh, you are so bad. A tea girl mistress and going off to live with pirate isn't enough for you? Shame, looking for gossip like that. I shouldn't tell you anything." She leans back, eats another grape, obviously thinking. Slowly she says, "Nothing else solid, but something big is happening tomorrow or the day after. Madam Riki has been virtually locked in her workroom."

Seeing this means nothing to Hua Lisheng sighs and says, "Madam Riki is the most exclusive and greatest calligrapher and invitation maker in the city. She only works like that when her deadline is quite short. I'm not sure who she is working for, but it'll be very important, I can guarantee you that."

Lisheng grins and says, "There, you have wrung me dry. I am like a sponge, squeezes until every drop is gone. Now, are you finished questioning me?"

"Oh, I can imagine her. Standing at the bridge, in her poisonous green kimono, staring at a storm with her scowl.", Hua chuckles, as she puts a stern and unamused look, eyes squinted in distaste. "Embral. This is no way for a young ocean of your stock and social standing to act. Seize this childish behaviour this instant.", she ends her performance with a painfully disappointed look on her face, and gentle shaking of the head.

"And just like that, the sea says sorry, and the clouds part." In a moment, a grin appears where the crone scowl was. "A visit is fine. It is merely the machinations of a tiny cog from a tiny house, after all.", she smiles, before dismissing the business talk entirely. "Come on, I need to get my vices from somewhere.", she feigns innocence, as she furrows her brow. "So, does that mean that there's a very large and very luxurious event in the works, then? If it isn't your family...", Hua taps her lips. "then perhaps the newly coronated is planning something, aren't they? Lisheng, you may need to go to the Pearl with renewed purpose." She sends a wink. "See. Teamwork. There will be no further questions. Although, you have given me a wondrous idea, Oh, Petal of Infinite Perspicacity. And I am in your debt.", she winks, as she glances over the city, fingers drumming thoughtfully on her thigh.

The conversation that follows is an hour long chit-chat. The topics of fashion (Vudrani multi-coloured veils are out, Minkaian kimonos make a surprising comeback), music (a trio of kitsune performers are pulling large crowds amongst the more rebellious youth), and crazy food trends (apparently yak butter and Hwanggot salt have exceptional qualities), Hua casts a glance at the setting sun in the distance. The horizon's red hue seems to draw Hua's attention away from the flighty conversation, and of the very recent arrival of the Imperial Army marching on the streets. "Lisheng.", she says a moment later with a smile. "I've missed your presence deeply.", she says as she stands up, pretending to go for a bow, but instead bringing her arms for a hug. "Let's not wait too long until we meet again, but now I am afraid I have errands to run."

Making her way through the Flowering Northern Hibiscus of Paradise, head held high, slow, methodic looks viewing the patrons with feigned polite disinterest, Hua finds herself near the quiet piers of North Bank. Hm. Blazing Shen is awake, for sure. Sober, less likely as time goes on. Still, never too late to pay one's old teacher a visit., she ponders, as she inclines her head towards the nearby boatsman. "Island of the Mind. Pier near the Alchemists' Guild, please." Her attire was very out of place for the dilapidated structures of the Island of the Mind, she noted, her fingers reaching into a well-concealed pocket for another small vial. Should I, or should I not? Definitely not in view of North Bank, that's for sure., she pondered, twirling the vial between her fingers with the trained dexterity of an old gambler.

Lisheng returns the hug, quick but heartfelt. "Of course, we should meet more often. I hear there is a new conservatory opening up on Green Island soon. Should be wonderful."

As Hua makes to leave Lisheng's face clouds over, rather unusually for the pretty woman. After a moment of visible hesitation she says, voice low and serious, losing the playful edge that has dominated the conversation, "Be..careful, Hua. Even I know Goka isn't the same today as it was yesterday. I don't pretend to understand all of it but....just promise me you'll keep yourself safe?"

After this oddly serious parting, Hua quickly finds a boat to take her to the Island of the Mind. her pilot, a fat man with an eyepatch, whiles the time by loudly singing old Gokan love songs. He isn't very good at it, but it is at least heartfelt. The sun is sinking now, the sky filling with bars of orange and red. In the distance Hua sees building cloud and doubts tomorrow will be as fair.

For now though the air is clear and warm, as the boat reaches the Island of the Mind. Unlike most of the other inhabited islands of Goka, this place is not a bustling hive of humanity overpacked with buildings. In fact, there are wide open fields here, grown high with wild grass. It is dotted with old buildings, most of them falling in on themselves or overgrown with weeds. Even as they tie up at the old dock, they scare a flight of roosting ducks, which fly away with loud calls. The pilot laughs and showers them with genial curses.

Soon Hua is headed inland, winding between the old buildings. In Imperial times the Island of the Mind had been a great center for learning, covered with colleges, libraries and debate halls. However, mercantile Goka had never truly been a place for academic learning and it had fallen into deep disrepair over the generations. Of all the old buildings, only the Great Library still stood and operated but even that hulking mass was half a ruin inhabited by wraith-like librarians.

She passes the tottering Alchemist Guild Lodge, a rather ugly building of dark stone and flaking painted wood. Frankly, Hua preferred when they meant in more elegant places, but most of the 'old crowd' preferred the Lodge. indeed, Shen liked it so much he actually lived near by. Or at least had. So far she has seen little to no sign of life, apart from the birds. Still, the Island of the Mind was usually quiet, so this was hardly worrying.

She finds Shen's home, a very plain round stone 'hut', with no windows and a heavy bound-iron door. She had heard Shen had been a monk in some previous life and those same monastic aesthetics seemed to have stuck with him. That and a sturdy home was a distinct benefit for an alchemist.

give you a chance to do anything before you knock, you seemed like you had something in mind?

Sending a smile at the jovial pilot, Hua disembarks, her eyes casting over the Island of the Mind's eerie state. It's even worse than it was before... And it wasn't anything to look at when I was here. As she walks through the nearly deserted plains, in her head are ancient memories, memories of thick aprons, goggles, and leather gloves reaching nearly the shoulder. She chuckles as she glances her current attire, far from the chemical-stained robes and attires she'd wear when studying in the guild.

Despite everything, it didn't quite feel as abandoned back then, with wujen apprentices practicing their magic tricks in the open, groups of young men and women hunched over scrolls of history, mathematics or philosophy on the wild grass. Or, I've grown sentimental. While she never was one of the university students, with their empty pockets, ever-scrounging for enough to drink or eat, or their near complete lack of regard for social status, compared to the rest of the city, she knew the Island of the Mind is more foreign to Goka than the Foreign Quarter itself.

As the plain stone hut comes into view, she sighs out in exasperation, her fingers resting on her temple. I forgot, there's no normal shops in the Island of the Mind. Retrieving a small, unassuming pouch, half the size of a grown man's palm, from her belt, Hua glances around the nearly deserted island, before mumbling a quiet word and reaching inside. Her entire arm up to the elbow disappears into the bag, as she draws out a couple of small jars, filled with disturbing-looking, spiky roots, blue-glowing mushrooms and a few patches of seemingly dried leather. This will have to do. You can't find those in here... I should really start planning my visits. A small, opaque vial springs out from her wrist, and after some deliberation, joins the others. And a little personal gift. A fair amount of swear-filled rummaging into the miniscule pouch, she produces a beautiful Vudrani headcloth, and a long silken string. Tying the assembly into a small pouch, she smiles to herself. As far as improvisations go, could be a lot worse.

As she knocks to the door, head bowed down in the traditional greeting of a pupil awaiting her master, a small, ironic smile crawls on her face, thinking of the sight of a noblewoman dressed nearly for High Court bowing before a hut in the middle of a deserted field. Well, at least nobody can blame me for breaching social protocol.

Using some of my more exotic reagents, a vial of my own production (The Fungal Ones) and some of the things from the Disguise kit to improvise a gift for Blazing Shen, as I assume is custom. Or simply as an apology for showing up unannounced.

Hua waits in near silence after her knock, the only sounds being some birds passing overhead. In the distance, maybe, she hears some other voices but nothing is evident. The moment stretches longer then it should and she starts to worry when a voice comes from behind the very solid door.

"Hello? Who is it?" The voice is muffled by the door, but sounds wary and guarded. But before Hua can say anything it opens a crack, revealing nothing of the dim interior. There is a moment of nearly audible confused silence before, "Oh, Hua, it is you!"

The door swings open to reveal 'Blazing Shen'. An aged samsaran, his bald head is covered in wrinkles (and burn marks). Instead of wearing his usual alchemist garb of heavy cotton and leather apron, Shen is instead garbed in austere but clean blue robes, that pair well with his light-blue skin. His eyes, despite being pure white, are kind and gentle. In that respect her old former teacher is the same, but there are changes, changes that make her realize how long it has been since she visited last.

He looks older, the wrinkles deeper, a slight hunch to his shoulders. When had Shen gotten so old? Who was this frail old man and why had he replaced the daring and brilliant alchemists he had trained under? The one who had enjoyed daring fate and incineration every time he worked.

Still, Shen smiles at her, and some of the years leave his face. "What brings you here, my child? But please, come inside, come inside."

He ushers her into his home, and Hua can't help but notice he glances around worriedly before closing the heavy door behind them.

The inside of the hut had changed little, Shen's monk-like attitude had seen to that. Nearly all of it was dedicated to his work, of course. The curving walls were entirely covered in long wooden shelves, snugly wedged against the dark stone. Every shelf was full to bursting, with every manner of alchemist supplies imaginable. One was full of books, piled in haphazard fashion while another was littered with empty jars of every size and color. Others held reagents or tools or even jumbled piles of fuel. One shelf, high on the wall, even seemed to hold a series of mummified animals.

Several massive workbenches dominated the floor, also covered in any number of on-going projects, most of them still actively smoking, bubbling and fuming as Hua watched. The rough tables were covered in stains and blistered from the innumerable fires and explosions that marked the work of the alchemist.

The only concessions to comfort was a small pallet in the corner, a writing desk and chair, and a tiny fireplace, where the constant bubbling pot of gruel sat. The contents, even at this distance, smelled and looked much like the more unpleasant alchemical experiments on the work tables. Shen was many things but a cook he was not.

Shen smiles, seemingly more at ease with the door locked and bolted. "So, dare I hope you have returned to continue your studies? You always were a most promising student, I've never said otherwise. The Guild is the poorer when you decided to embrace other pursuits." There is a slight edge to his voice here, clearly her old teacher is ever so slightly bitter about her choice not become a full time alchemist, despite the years since.

Hua sighs a sigh of relief as the door finally opens, though the serenity and joy in her face seems to evaporate fast as she glances her old teacher's worn, tired face. The years haven't been kind... to me neither, but much worse for him. Walking inside with her head still bowed, she glances once again. Ah. Cramped, yet full of wonders.

Her eyes glance over the workbenches and the walls. Well-aged grave toad, more than seven years... Calcinating a bezoar, interesting... Unmistakeably, liquid ice., she nods at another flask, where the fires seem to be cooling a bottle as a bone-cold piece of coal evaporates, crystals forming on the flask. A few more pique her interest, but one in particular seems fascinating and alien even to her... ah. The gruel. Stifling a chuckle, she sneaks a mischievous look at her master in an unspoken jest about his food.

Smiling, she holds out the packet in her hands. "Master Shen, please accept this gift from a grateful apprentice.", she says, bowing once more as the samsaran grasps the silken pouch in his hands, as she glances around for a place to sit, unable to find one. An uneasy smile adorns her face at Shen's question, as she shakes her head. "Though, the Heavens have chosen a different path for me, your teachings have saved my life and the lives of those close to me many a time." An encouraging smile adorns her face, before waning. "My visit, unfortunately, is that of a head of a house, and not a student eager to learn.", she bows her head. I don't think I've ever been that formal with him before..., she sighs.

"But, something's on your mind." Her voice having lost its sense of custom, she locks eyes with her master. "I couldn't help but notice, you expected someone less grateful at your doorstep, Master Shen. Is there anything I can do to help?", she inquires, cusping her palms together.

Shen looks concerned for a moment then shakes his head gently, "No, no. There is nothing you can do, even as," he smiles, 'As the Head of a grand and noble house of Goka."

He dismisses this line of thought with a wave of his hand, and Hua knows that any further discussion is pointless. Shen is a kindly old man, but he is not easily dissuaded. "So, you have brought gifts? you did not have to, Hua. Your presence is enough to life my spirits. But come, let us see what you honor me with. You never did like visiting without a gift."

The old man takes the bundle and carefully unwraps the cloth. Whatever his age, Hua sees his hands are firm and strong, with not a trace of tremor. Shen's smile grows wider as he examines each item in turn with practiced skill, laying them on a slightly less crowded section of work space.

"Mandragora roots, pleasantly fresh and.." Shen pauses to sniff the lumpy looking tuber, "aromatic. Excellent. Not always easy to obtain this time of year."

"Dried wyrmskin." he frowns slightly and says, "Beware your supplier Hua, this is almost desiccated. You will find it tends to crumble into unusable fragments in this state." His instructive manner brings back endless memories for Hua and she is forced to smile. How long had it been since she could just spend days listening to his wisdom?

"Ah, Deepsun Mushrooms." Shen says, reflexively grabbing tongs to handle the dimly glowing fungi. 'Most impressive. Making trips into Deepmarket? A nice young lady like you...dangerous." he chides gently but says, "I thank you, it has been quite some time since I have ventured myself. It is not very respectable but they are often the only market for such delicate items. I have a few projects going where these may come in handy. Certainly superior to my old dried leftovers."

Lastly he grasps the Fungal Stun Vial, holding it up to the dim light. "Ah, a Fungal Stun Vial. And, dare I hope, your own work? It gladdens my heart to see you have not entirely forgotten what I taught you. Even if you only undertake it as a hobby."

He places the vial with the others then politely bows to Hua, "You honor me, Jiang Hua." After a moment he looks up, smiling, "So, what does the esteemed head of a noble house need with an aged master of the alchemical arts? A love potion, perhaps?" His laugh is that of long experience and Hua suddenly wonders how many Lords and Ladies from North Bank has quietly made such inquiries over the years.

The response of her teacher was expected, if a little disappointing. After a small, noticeable pause, she nods in acquiescense. "Of course. Though if there's anything I can help with, you need but ask.", she adds, before continuing.

Hua's eyes glance over as Shen examines the present with keen interest. "Duly noted.", she adds with a smile as her master instructs her to beware her supplier, then, despite herself, beams slightly at the compliment, as she patiently sits at a worn stool. "Hah! Love potions!", she laughs out in an unladylike manner at the end, before shaking her head.

"No, the actual reason that I'm here, if you excuse my philosophical mood,", she says with a self-deprecative smile, "is that our recent events have led me to remember the old saying, While the storm may uproot even the largest oak, the forest endures." Leaning backwards, she sighs deeply.

"The Gokan weather has changed much over the past month, and I have been thinking how to best bend to the winds." Standing up, she takes a cautious step in the cluttered room, before turning around. "As we are now part of the Empire, one wonders how disruptive the stream of soldiers, scholars and officials may be to the city as a whole.", she begins her speech. "And then I was reminded of a rather interesting observation I have made during my life, here and in the rest of Tian Xia.", a smile crawls on her face.

"Soldiers and students are vastly different beasts, but they have at least three things in common.", she raises a hand dressed in gold. "They don't care where they live, as long as it is cheap. They're far away from their homes and families. And whatever spare money they have, they like to spend on carousing and enjoying themselves, in their copious free time." She smiles.

"I was pondering on those similarities, and I considered that, should it be accepted, I could use my House's resources, and some well-placed loans and bribes, to help...", her finger taps on her lip, "rejuvenate a part of the island to be suited better for the uses of our new guests. The only difference between barracks and student dormitories is that nobody cares if the latter are clean.", she laughs out. "If you are to consider loaning me some of the unused land the Alchemists' Guild possesses, I'd be more than happy to renew some of the buildings, which, even if the Army goes somewhere else eventually,", she says with a thoughtful glance, "You could easily reuse for students. And while they're here, if I was to build some markets, canteens and taverns, not only will a percent of the profits be collected as rent for the universities, but perhaps one can pull even more students, after they hear of the thriving life here." She smiles a knowing smile.

"This is my initial idea, and I believe it would be of great benefit to both the Guild and my House.", she adds, purposefully leaving out the Army. "But it doesn't need to stop there.", she gestures towards her sword, the mithral dragon, wrapped around the hilt glimmering with the multi-coloured flames in the hut. "Perhaps one might consider adding new disciplines, aimed more at the practical than the academical applications of magic and alchemy? I know they've been very useful for me.", she raises an eyebrow, knowing that this was a lot less likely than the former. "And it only takes a little to show Goka how much education and learning can give to the city. In a decade, with enough funds and good words, Goka can be known for the best education in Tian Xia!" She smiles, as she sits down.

"Even the path to Himcho begins with a single step.", she adds with a wink.

Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 + 15 ⇒ (12) + (3) + 15 = 30

Shen frowns at Hua's words, seemingly quite troubled by her proposed plan, more then she expected. Face difficult to read, the aged man says, "You want to bring the Imperial army here? You want to work with them? Are you sure that is-"

The rest of his words are drowned out by a loud hammering on the front door. Both Hua and Shen turn to it, the latter looking grimly unsurprised.

"Shen the Alchemist! Open this door!" A firm male voice says from the other side, slightly muffled by the thickness.

"Who speaks to me so?" Shen says coldly, and he moves to get between Hua and the door.

"Open this door in the name of the Empire and the Grand General Xeo Zeting!" The voice commands, annoyed now. Clearly, not someone who is used to waiting.

"In a moment." Shen replies then turns to Hua, voice low, "Keep your temper, Hua and follow my lead. We don't want anyone to get hurt here, least of all you. "

The samsaran waits for her to nod before heading to the door and releasing the latch. As soon as the bar grinds free, the door is pushed inward roughly, nearly knocking the old alchemist to his feet.

A squad of Imperial soldiers barge in, nearly trampling the scrambling Shen. Four of them are still wearing the formal parade armor Hua saw on the bridge that morning, glittering gold and white, startling bright in the dim workplace. Their leader, a slender man with clear skin and pale eyes is younger, and wearing red armor that clearly marks him as some sort of officer. While the others have heavy metal clubs, the officer has a sword hanging at his belt.

His quick eyes scan the room entirely, lingering on the alchemical creations, the stockpile of reagents and lastly, Hua herself.

"Ah, I did not know you were engaged in a...social call." he says with a cold smile that makes Hua skin crawl. "I would have waited until you had finished." One of his men guffaws at the obvious innuendo. The officer silences him with a glare.

He turns on Shen, "You are the alchemist sometimes known as 'Blazing Shen', leader of the Alchemist Guild and sometimes lecturer in the University?" Hua didn't know he had ever been a teacher but it fit her image of the samsaran, he loved to share his knowledge. Still, why did the Empire care?

Shen draws himself up as well as his slight frame and age allow. "I am. What is to you?"

The officer smiles blandly, "The Empire is interested in all of its subjects, especially for ones as....experienced as yourself."

Shen snorts, "I am an old and broken down man, long past his prime. Come to your point before I require a cane to stand in your presence."

His sarcasm is not lost on the officer, but the pale eyed man merely shrugs, "My name is Cai Zhenya, First officer of the Second Echelon. I have come to express the admiration from the Grand General for your superlative work and intellectual achievements, as well as extend an offer of friendship. and cooperation."

"Cooperation?" Shen says warily, eyeing the man.

Zhenya's eyes lock on the older man, "Of course. Goka is now part of the Empire and as such, all of her inhabitants are servants of his Imperial Majesty and his appointed officials. Cooperation is both moral and legally obligated. But," he smiles coldly again, 'I am sure you taught that in your poltical and ethical classes."

Political and ethics classes?

"That was a long time ago." Shen says stiffly, "Surely you are not concerned with pamphlets written before you were born."

Hua can't help but admire the snide remark on the officer's age.

"Nevertheless," Zhenya says, "The Grand general expressed a firm desire to have you assist the Imperial army. A man of your talents would be most useful, in innumerable ways."

"Would I?" Shen says, musingly.

The Imperial officer nods, adding smoothly, "I was also told to promise you extensive resources and freedom to pursue your studies. As I said, the Grand General admires you and is sympathetic to those of learning. He has brought many books with him out of the Empire, as well as the finest scientific equipment. All of this would be laced at your disposal in his service. And as more mundane benefits as well, good food, an apartment in the Palace, women if you desire it.." his eye lingers on Hua again, a leer on his face.

Turning back to Shen, "You have one day to decide if you want the friendship of the Grand General of Goka or his enmity. I advise you to choose wisely. I would dislike being forced to become your enemy, honored teacher." The honorifics are sneered, a debased mockery of the usual polite phrases. "We would both be the poorer for it."

Speak of the devil., Hua's eyes flare open, mid-sentence, as she hears the knock and shout at the door, hand reflexively leaping towards her sword. "As you say.", she nods, as her eyes glance towards the vials on the table. With what was on display, Shen could probably incinerate a whole company, without breaking a sweat. Relaxing her grip around her weapon, Hua cusps her palms together, awaiting the guests.

The rude barging in of the soldiers, however, throws her out of balance. The shocked expression on her face turns to anger for a brief moment as her old teacher is nearly knocked down to the ground. You can dress a slug in uniform, but you can't teach it honour., a thought crosses her mind as she glances at the pale young man with barely masked disdain. Still, she remains silent, her eyes staring through the glaring soldiers as if they're little more than the help.

The reveal that Shen was once a political and ethics philosopher, however, surprises the woman, who sends an inscrutable look towards the old samsaran. Well, well. It seems he's had even more lives than I thought. Still, as the offer of the officer is announced, Hua's face springs into a smile, undoubtedly to everyone's surprise. When the only one path is open, walk it with head raised high.

"Looks like I was right, teacher.", she chirps out, sending a smile despite herself towards the officer. "The Empire does value education more than the rest of Gokan citizens." Choosing to say little more, she gives a courteous nod at the officer.

The Grand General is a man of vision, and while little worm seems a man, drunk in power, it'd do poorly to assume all the Empire follows suit. Picking up a small vial from her person, she stirs it absent-mindedly as the men depart. The murky liquid clears to a nearly crystal clear one, with a pale blue sheen, as she drinks it with a single gulp, then scans the room.

"I'm sorry if I appeared a little prideful, master.", she says with a much more serious tone than before. "Though, them barging in like drunk sailors at a brothel interrupted my suggestion.", she bows her head briefly, as a mischievous half-smile appears on her face. "If you'd let me finish..."

I'll be using an inspiration point to craft my See Invisibility extract in a single round, before drinking it and seeing if the Army didn't all forget to leave.

Seeing nothing of the familiar, fuzzy silhouettes outlining someone coating themselves with illusory magic, she sighs. Better safe than sorry. "If I have to be blunt, master, the Empire seems to get what it wants.", she says as she sits down. "I have no love to spare for them, and if circumstances were different, I'd perhaps even be willing to take to the streets and fight them one by one."

She shakes her head, as she glances down at the sword on her side. The Silken String, Keen Quill had called it, the weapon of choice of a war-minded ancestor several generations ago, brought from Quain as the family had first started. She shakes her head, as if readjusting a burden. "But now, I can not. If I am killed, my nephew and my sister-in-law will be banished, if not worse. The farms and mills will be taken, then given to yes-men and women that will run them down." She sighs once more, before grinning. "And also, I'd be dead, which I'd like to avoid."

Rubbing her face, she nods. "So, as much as I fear the future under the Empire's thumb, I fear that more. You have a Guild to look after, and you'd not do anyone any favour if you're dead. So, this is what I offer. We take what our overlords would give us, and we ask for more than our peers. We needn't even lie. We're responsible for the fates of many, despite who's sitting on the throne. Acts of prideful disobedience endanger more than just ourselves." Pausing to consider her words carefully, she continues. "We feign allegiance, and we take care of our own, we mesh ourselves into their tapestry system so well, that we become irreplaceable." She pauses once more.

Hua nods her head towards Blazing Shen. "So, I'd advise you to take their offer. We can bring back the Alchemists' Guild, the University, and House Jiang into grand standing once more. We can make sure that every step they make, we see and note. And I hope that you'd be willing to lend me your wisdom.", she finishes, as she rests her hand on the hilt of her sword.

"For I'd much rather be a liberator than a martyr."

At first the old man looks a bit shaken from the rough interview and watches the retreating Imperials without saying anything. His eyes follow the figures until they are lost in the gloom outside and even then, he stands in the door frame for several long moments.

At first Hua thinks her old tutor is ignoring her but eventually Shen comes back inside, moving like a weary man after a day of great labor. He waves to Hua, letting her finish spelling out her plan. Slowly, and with no reply he lets the young noblewoman say her part. His face is mask-like, impossible to read, but the genial humor he had when she first visited seems gone replaced by something far colder...and older.

When Hua finishes he says, "So this is what you came to say, my former student?" He looks at her gravely, as if seeing for the first time that it wasn't a young naive acolyte in front of him but a full grown woman, a head of a trading house of Goka. "I see."

The alchemist turns to a shelf and starts to sort through the contents, in silence. Slowly he pulls out an stick of incense and a holder, setting them on the table. With care he lights a small match from the fireplace and touches the burning ember to the fragrant branch. Instantly a sweet scent fills the room, strong and pure. Shen's incense had always been some of the best Hua had ever dealt with, easy to light, long to burn and sweet to smell. The discorded scents of alchemical experiments, bubbling gruel and even the visiting soldiers fade away before it, like a temple bell silencing the bustle of a street corner.

Still silent, Shen sits on the floor, apparently unbothered by the lack of furniture. He eyes Hua carefully until he finally says, voice slow and even, revealing no quaver of age or tiredness.

"If you store a rotten fish among good fish, even if it be one to a hundred, the rotten fish destroys all."

"If you do not see the wisdom in that, or the folly of your plans Hua, then I think our reunion is as an end. I have much to do this night and sadly cannot spend it with an old, wayward student. No matter her grand plans for herself or her noble title." The old man, looking (and sounding) more like a monk then ever, rises slowly to his feet. "I thank you for the gifts, Jiang Hua, may your ancestors smile on whatever path you choose in these dangerous times."

Hua's face displays little, as she ponders Shen's words. Am I disappointed? Afraid?, she thinks as she considers his wisdom. Wounded? Angry? Lost...? She holds her head down, clearly the burden of disagreement bearing down on her. "I came to speak my mind, and listen to your advice.", she says reverently, though tones of rebellious, youthful anger echo in her words. "I see the dangers and the wounds, to both body and soul, that my plans can lead to. I've read the tales of tyrants, both local and foreign, who justified atrocities with dreams of prosperity." Her lips pursed in an inscrutable grimace, she nods her head down.

"Dark times are on us, master, and I see no other path out but mine. If you have any alternatives, I'd be most eager to hear them out.", she bows her head once more, before glancing at the door. "If you do not, I ask you only to consider two things. Goka will be a dimmer place without you in it. And you will always have a friend and an ally in me, whatever paths we may walk." Taking the steps towards the door, she glances once more at the almost meditative samsaran, hoping deeply for a sentence that may be their last.

The path through the almost dark skies towards the boat begins with an almost maddening silence. Hua's hasty, angsty pace holds little resemblance to the confident gait of a noblewoman, as ideas race in her head. He's correct... Nothing of the sort will be as easy, and as clean... Things may need to be done that will haunt me... But..., she absent-mindedly steps into a muddy puddle, only for the mud to stream off her clothes as water on a pelican's feathers. But wouldn't Keen Quill, or any general say, it's foolish to attack an enemy when they're expecting it? To bide your time and strike when they're unaware, to deceive, misguide? Why is the advice of sages, politicians and generals all so different?, she groans out audibly, only for a flock of ducks to flap their wings and quack in her direction. "Oh, f&@& you, too!", she shouts at the ducks, then quickly turns around for more sentient onlookers.

Who's in the bloody right? Why do I have to figure out this whole mess by myself, with different advice on the left and the right?, she continues her angry half-jog, only to glance at the pier in sight. I need a godsdamned drink. Or twenty. Saying only her destination of the foreign quarters and Oni's End, she gives the pilot little regard, as she stares down the murky waters of the Yuanxei.

No singing from this pilot, a rail-thin youth who looks like he hasn't had a good meal in a few weeks. Bare-foot, he hustles from prow to stern, keeping the small craft going where he wants. Still, either despite his efforts or because, he manages to get them into deeper water without trouble.

Even at night the Yuanxei never sleeps. From her (rather uncomfortable) seat, Hua can spot lights out on the water. Some of the massive pleasure barges and yacht for the wealthy are out on the river draped with lights both mundane and magical, which reflect off the river's surface making each looks twice as big as it really is. Her own boat veers close enough to one that Hua can actually hear the laughter and clatter of plates from the out of sight deck above.

A world away, she also spots the rafts of boat people tied up to docks or simply floating midstream, anchored to the river bed. While not nearly as wastefully lit as the party ships, there is warmth and lie here. Small ovens cooking a late dinner, a small lamp to lit a discussion, and a few flicking lanterns to attract the night's catch. She knew many of those people spent their entire lives in such collections, never setting food on land. Amazing.

She is soon left off at a dock near the Foreigner's District but not at it. few pilots travel directly there except for formal business and little of that takes place at night. Smugglers come night and day of course, but Goka liked to pretend they didn't exist. How the Imperials might consider things was an interesting question.

However, such musings are cut short as she nears the Oni]s End. The tavern looks the same as most nights, dark except for soft ambient light leaking from open windows and doors. Set apart from other buildings due to he slightly precarious location, it often seemed like an isolated retreat at night, like the exotic mountain taverns of old stories. Tonight however the spell is broken by a crowd near the door.

Hua can see Tsu Fan standing across the threshold, arms crossed, facing the night. At her side is a bulky Avistani Hua doesn't recognize with a heavy club in his hand. Facing them is a group or four or five rangy people, dressed in the rags of the street. The outsiders are shouting abuse and demands at the impassive Tsu Fan, who doesn't react but Hua has a feeling things are about to go badly here.

Doing her best to ignore the energetic leaps of the youthful pilot, Hua's gaze seems to linger onto the boats, both rich and poor. Though whether she's pondering them, or something else entirely, the boats proving a distraction against her racing mind, it's hard to tell.

As soon as her foot sets onto the mossy cobblestones of the dock, however, the thoughtful look in her eyes all but disappears, an impervious mask of observation and thoughtfulness taking its place. The mask cracks a little, however, as the view of the gathered... horde of low-borne elements seems to be up in arms about something. Times like these... Well, at least Tsu Fan's keeping a level head. Makes one of us. Rubbing her head in exhaustion, she takes a couple of confident steps towards the crowds. "Good people!", she shouts, slowly making her way towards the bottom of the stairs. "Whatever qualms you may have, they will be with me and not with my tavernkeeper.", she adds, making her way through the crowds. Why would these people be up in arms? It's not like we treat them worse than anyone else... While those living on the street were rarely liked (or even tolerated), most places would give the leftover food and drink from yesterday as the mornings started, and cooking would begin again.

As she moves through the crowds, moving up to stand besides Tsu Fan and the Avistani man, she locks her fingers together, lowering her eyebrow curiously towards the crowd. "Calm down, and explain why do you disrupt my business?" The tone is curious, though the underlying tones suggest that she expects a brief answer with a good reason.

I do hope, for their sake, that nobody disturbs Hua as she passes through the crowd, or she'd be significantly less benevolent.
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 1d6 + 15 ⇒ (4) + (2) + 15 = 21 Not sure what a roll would be required. (Or even if it is required.

The small crowd stubbornly refuses to give way before Hua, which is unusual in of itself. While Hua, even with her sword, is not very imposing legal rights are few and far between for non-nobility. Hua, despite her rather minor status, is a world away from this dirty and ragged band in the eyes of the law. Coming closer, Hua can see the 'leader' is a woman, short hair hacked off crudely with a knife. Her simple smock is stained with grease and reeks of a butcher's shop.

Hua says leader, but only because it is the woman that replies to her questions. "You got Jo in there and we want him back. He isn't going to be your kitchen slave, lady!" A ragged chorus of agreements from her compatriots, a few of which, Hua notes with interest, have knives.

From the doorway Tsu Fan says, voice calm, "He doesn't want to go with you. Now, leave, my Mistress is not to be bothered like this!"

At her side the sailor says, in astonishingly poor Tian, "Me chase off?" he vaguely waves the heavy club to make his point.

No good deed goes unpunished., Hua's face suggests the tired distaste. And my manure-throwing young friend has proven to be a little ball of trouble, too. Glancing at the ragged woman, Hua's glance stares right in her eyes. And you must really want that boy if you're willing to risk caning or worse to get him.

"Are you accusing me of illegal slavery?", she asks with an incredulous look in her eyes, the trickle of a smile in the corner of her lip. "If so, there are channels in the administration, and the penalties for me, if you're correct are very severe. Though, I've told the boy that he go where he pleases, and he chose to remain here, so we both know what'll really happen there." Putting her arms on her waist, she gives the woman one last look. "Now, unless you're willing to put down the knives and patronise my establishment, I'll regretfully have to ask you to leave.", she says with sarcasm in her voice, moving to go through the crowd once again, as she gives a nod to the Avistani man.

I'd normally be a little more worried. But, honey, you don't really hold a candle to an Imperial squad., her eyes continue staring at the dirty, rag-clad woman with a thin veneer of patience.

"Ask us to leave?" The woman says mockingly, voice laced with sarcasm. "Isn't that gracious of her." A murmur of angry agreement from her small band, and Hua notes some bystanders stopping to watch. The people of Goka love a good public disagreement although tend to frown on blood being spilled however. The Avistani in the crowd however seem more inclined to violence and shout much unhelpful advice to both sides.

The woman ignores the bystanders and says, "At least let us speak to him, that is only fair. We have kept care of him for months, sheltered him and fed him as best we can on the crumbs people like you leave us." A snort then, "Bring him out and we will see if your tavern keeper is telling the truth!"

"The truth! The rest of her group chants, off key and hoarse but with feeling.

Well I don't particularly feel like letting you set shop in front of my tavern, you crusty broad, so not having you caned is me being generous., the unvoiced response in Hua's head remaining unsaid, but stooping down to their level was a complete faux-pas. "I'm not hiding anything.", she says, as she quickly makes her way up the stairs, whispering to the Avistani man in Taldane, "Don't know who you are, friend, but keep an eye on the door, and I'll be grateful."

As she steps through the door, followed by Tsu Fan, her face is a mask of barely contained anger, her lips practically two simple lines of red in the middle of her face. "Tsu Fan. Wrap a large slab of uncooked meat in some cloth.", she commands, as she reaches into her pocket, pulling several golden coins on a string, placing them on the bar. Saving face is important. "Keep a hold on those."

"Now, where's Jo?", she asks, shaking her head. He told me he's living alone on the streets..., she sighs, staring at the boy. "Hey there, kiddo. Aren't you a little bundle of trouble.", the end of her lip curls up. "I didn't know you had people who were taking care of you before. You should've told me." A gently disappointed look spreads on her face. "So, come on." She extends her hand towards the boy. "Let's go outside, and you tell us all what you want. You can stay here, you can go with them, oooor... You can come to my household." She shrugs. "I don't want to separate you from your family, if you don't want to go. But I won't let them take you if you want to stay here.", she gives the boy a mischievous grin. "Whatever you choose, though, I'd suggest against throwing things at the Imperial Army."

Taking Jo's hand in hers, she nods at Tsu Fan's prepared parcel. "You stay here for now. And I'll make it up to you for the trouble somehow.", she grins, as she steps outside, boy in hand. "Well, here's the man of the hour.", she dramatically gestures towards Jo in front of the crowd, before crossing her arms. "What say you, young man?"

Diplomacy to convince Jo to stay: 1d20 + 1d6 + 15 ⇒ (10) + (2) + 15 = 27

The walk through the clustered crowd is uncomfortable, even after the trials of the Imperial squad. There is anger here, a tension in the air that is deeper then just some disagreement over Jo or even the usual distaste for nobility among some of Goka's poor. No, there is something building here, something new. Hua detects an energy, a wild hope on the hungry, lean faces that crowd around her. For a moment she thinks they are going to fall on her, with knives and bricks but the second passes and soon she is entering her tavern. Tsu Fan sneers at the crowd and says, "You are going to regret causing trouble here! Jiang Hua is not to be trifled with."

She finds the boy deep in the kitchen, behind the ever-bubbling pots of soup and stew, and even behind the piled sacks of heaped rice. The boy looks smaller and frailer then ever, nearly shivering in a corner. The rags that pass for his clothes are thin and worn through in places, edged with grime and filth. A pathetic sight, all told.

The sights of the gang of unruly hoodlums is not kind and Hua senses no family love here. It is more a sense of mutual suspicion, the tight bond that binds those who know too much. The union of thieves, with a knife at every throat.

When Hua asks him, a long moment of silence passes. The boy seems frozen with...something. Fear? Indecision? Confusion? Just when the noblewoman starts to fear she is going to get nothing out of her latest charge. Then, the leader of the ruffians growls audiably and Jo, nearly shaking, slowly nods and says, "I'll...I'll go with them."

Oh, you little muckcrawling waste of space, I gave you the chance to walk away. No honour among thieves, as they say. In truth, she feels like she understands. You do what you need to survive, after all. But to not recognise when you've bitten more than you can chew, well. Actions have consequences.

Frowning at the snarl with considerable distaste, Hua nods at Jo. "Are you sure?", she asks, before smiling at the boy. "Okay, then. Go inside to take my gift to you, little troublemaker. I'll just go have a word with your family. They really shouldn't let you roam around like that." The innocent smile of a naive noblewoman, she descends down the stairs, leaning towards the angry woman's ear.

"Quick word of advice. Take what you're given, and you get to walk away, without the boy. If I see you around here again, you'll leave on what remains of your legs." Stepping away, she gives the woman another flighty smile, before making her way up the stairs, just in time for Jo to walk out with a large basket of food.

"Well, it's been a pleasure, Jo. Are you sure you don't want to reconsider? I'm sure your friends would like to see you stay somewhere with warm food and a warm bed." She gestures at the woman, a sarcastic smile on her lips, but intense hatred in her eyes. "Just ask them."

Say no, b&~@%, and I'll have you eat your fingers.