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Hu Xiang Lun wrote:
Xiang Lun enters and sees the others there. He takes a seat with them and says, "It is good to find our little group yet gathered. Tell me, did you all have success in finding sweet poetry?"

"The cherry blossom fell upon the maiden's head," Silence said.


Isawa & Silence:
"I must go," Silence said politely. "I am wanted."


Isawa Ayoshi wrote:
** spoiler omitted **

Isawa & DM:

Silence did not let his eyes linger on the strange paper, though it pleased him not at all that it had come into his possession without his knowing. He had been lax.

"This will be a fine mooncake," he told Isawa.


Secret Stuff:
Silence wasted no time, departing as he had come. He had done all that was asked and saw no point in lingering.


Stuff:
Silence almost turned back when he saw the other from Lady Taishi's. They must have been given similar errands. Still, he kept his distance and made his own way to the sake.

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (17) + 9 = 26
Appraise Untrained: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Disable device: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (14) + 10 = 24


Silence understood what was to be done. He would have killed the man, if it came to that. He had little love of those who made themselves masters in the Eternal Emperor's place, even if he would not relish the death. Nor would it do to betray his mission by speaking of it with these assembled. They might let words slip by mistake, or tell him things that he might let fly from his beak before they could be stopped.

He discreetly slipped the substance into a pocket and started off at once.

Stuff Done Secretly:

Silence made his way to the home of Shifu Zheng He, losing himself in a crowd so he could pass it by without being marked to take note of any entrances he might try and marking especially any entrances for servants.

Taking small liberties here.

Noting one to the side, adjoining an alley, Silence casually glanced down the alley to see if any guards stood in plain sight there. It was no more than a swift look -it wouldn't do to stare- but it must be enough.

Stealth: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (9) + 9 = 18
Perc: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20


Silence wore simple, unremarkable clothing and did little more than stand patiently during the wait. His feathers were clean but unadorned, his curved blades of simple make. He bowed when the lady appeared.

"Heaven mandates as it wills," he said.


Hi.


I think this is complete, but I did a lot of it during severe coughing fits. :(