bang! crash! the lightning flashed!! -- that's another story, nevermind, anyway!

[qingxinling]

Jiang Wanyin sweeps along the shores of the lake, glowering. This is not his beloved Lotus Pier. These waters are cold, foreign, uninviting. Clearly there's been some trap: he's been distracted by duty in this hunt, and when he followed the slight tug in his chest, he ended up getting pulled into unfamiliar territory.

No matter. He draws himself to full height, letting cool arrogance slip down his shoulders and suffuse him. Sandu is naked in one hand; Zidian crackles in the other. He can handle whatever monsters may arrive.

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[qingxinling]

"Pass," Jiang Wanyin snaps, and stalks away.

He pauses, about ten paces, and whirls back around. He crosses his arms, even though Zidian is still loose and Sandu is still unsheathed. "You know a guy," he says; this is more demand than question. "Curly hair, beard, weird lenses on his face? Has a horse?"

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Aye," nodding, "Sagramore. What of him?"

[qingxinling]

"Make sure he passes my message along."

[lanselos_du_lac]

Lancelot looks a little puzzled, "He will know what that means?"

[qingxinling]

"He better," Jiang Wanyin growls. "He wrote it down." In some insane-person paperless brush-free way, but in a weird-ass place like this, it's possible that this did make a permanent record. The man read the message back to Jiang Wanyin capably enough, he supposes.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Very well," nodding, "I shall."

[qingxinling]

"Good," glaring at him for a moment before stomping striding away again.

[lanselos_du_lac]

"Good day, sir," Lancelot calls after him.