Snippet #1530401

Seated with her eyes closed to the small crowd of people within the tea shop, Wu Jian sipped her liquor in peace. However, it seemed that peace was short lived. She practically heard the stranger's voice from outside the shop, and she could tell by the very sound and vibrations of his steps that he was headed in this direction. Setting her drink on the table, she opened her eyes slightly.

She remained calm and collected, not even bothering to glance up when the stranger entered. She felt the hairs on her neck raise and she knew he was looking in her direction. Regardless, she remained stoic as always, sipping her drink nonchalantly. The only movement she made was when he stood before her table.

"Mind if I sit, thanks!" He said without waiting for her to respond. Stiill, Wu Jian remained as silent as ever. She took another sip as she sighed to herself, Well, haven't seen a town drunk in sometime. Guess it was overdue. The waitress waited patiently, if hesitantly, for his order.

He flopped his gourds onto the table. "Fill these with Baiju and get me a bottle of it to drink to." he said. She took the gourds and was gone. San Fu looked her over and said "So....where you from, huh? You look like your from the eastern province, with that dress you got on there., am I right." She came back with the bottle. "Thank you."

Whoever he was, though he may be a drunken fool, he was an observant fool. Wu Jian couldn't really deny that. Another sip and she simply replied with a single nod. She kept her gaze low, focused mainly on the table top instead of even looking into the stranger's eyes. She didn't sense malice from him...maybe wrecklessness and foolhardiness....but not malice. Whoever he was, he was not evil. Not in the sense that she had come to recognize at least. He took a swig from one of his jugs.

"Ah, I love tea house wine. They always ferment it themselves, so its fresh and potent. What about you? Usually women just drink tea at places like this. What's your trade, from the various bulges in your clothes and those fans ya got back there, it seems to me that your some sort of assassin." He said while tilting his head back to take another swig from his bottle. He then looked her in the eye with one of his and said. "Am i right?"

Wu Jian was silent for a moment, no hint of emotion were reflected from the delicate if cool features of her expression. Setting her tea down on the table, she finally looked up and met his gaze casually. Her eyes were a dark hazel hue, with a few flecks of jade near her irises. Such a unique color.

"So many questions," she mused aloud, a small hint of a smirk tugged at her lips. "You seem very curious for a drunk."