I won't bore you with the details of the journey.
Imagine sixteen days of dust, sore feet, and the whole gang complaining about the quality of the roadside tea.
There were broken cartwheels, stubborn mules, two arguments over maps, one unfortunate incident involving a cooking pot and a river spirit, and Yanyin thoroughly enjoying our suffering all throughout.
Every morning smelled of piss, and every night ended with someone cursing the mosquitoes.
Let's skip to the good part.
The fateful night at the Fragrant Wine House in Misty Maple.
The smell outside the establishment was enough to make your head spin. It was a sweet aroma of fermented grapes, aged grain, and roasting meats. Even if we weren't there for a mission, we would have gone in just to collapse.
Yanyin was, obviously, a little too young to be visiting a high-end den of sin. After an hour of heated convincing, we managed to put her at a nearby inn under the watchful eyes of Jian and Mei.
