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Feihan fell into step beside the Lookshyan once the others appeared, saying not a word for a moment. Finally, she sighed. "A daiklave or a direlance would be useful if y'can get your hands on one. I prob'ly shouldn't go in, since they'll probably be lookin' for me."

The further the two guild-affiliated men spoke, the brighter and more angrily Feihan's eyes and hair began to glow. As the ill-tempered little swan of a man began to spout profanity, a crack suddenly formed from the iron grip the immense Dynast had placed upon the jug. It would have been an...

The immense woman shook her head. "No. That is too much potential harm to innocent folk for a maybe. Your plan has holes you could walk a Yeddim through. Holes I could find. An' in case y'hadn't really noticed," she swayed slightly, gesturing at him with the bottle of palm wine and spilling some...

Feihan frowns at the discussion. "Wait wait wait. You're planning to release the inmates and blow holes in the prison?!" She huffs out a breath, crossing her arms over her chest. "There's no possible way that ends well. Or does less damage in the net sum than letting this one man be executed...

Scowling, Feihan turned over a thought that'd been bothering her in her mind before swallowing a handful of date-flesh, spitting out the large stone, and washing it down with a draught of palm wine from the same source as the fruit. She had to admit, if she had to pick a favorite thing about the...

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For her part, Feihan refused to be parted from sight of her pack. There was, additionally, a somewhat awkward moment afterward when she realized they didn't have coverings sufficient for someone of her particular personal immensities, but she didn't let that stop her from drying off and dressing...

Following behind the others, Fei settled in to the new location with the same drunken equanimity she did the last. Producing another clay vessel from her array of packs, she poured herself a drink of soju into a small stone bowl and began to sip contentedly as she listened to the others natter...

The Cathak peered blearily at the man who leapt to his feet. Trying to puzzle out what he was on about, she shook her head. "No, no you aren't. I mean, s'not like I tol' anyone my whole name, an' if I had, you'd've already known my lineage, er, not that havin' eyes wouldn't give you a good...

Directed to the room with the others, Feihan waved and rolled into seat. Taking another pull off her drink, she gave a tired smile and corked the bottle. "So. We, uh, might have an in t'get Hostler outta jail. Crime lord 'at had him arrested might or might not release him t'us. But they won't...

With a sigh, Feihan takes to her feet. "If it helps at all, no threat to you from me was intended, and I veiled nothing. I merely stated the facts of the situation. You have until perhaps tomorrow or the day after before the forces in pursuit arrive. I tell you this as a courtesy, so you may...

Sighing, Feihan cut her gaze to the old man's, sending essence sluicing through her mind and body to draw them into line for another few moments as she had with the guard outside. "If you think the Immaculate Order takes anything more seriously than the Fifth Noble Insight, then you are more...

Staggering to a seat on the floor across from the man's wheelchair, under the rationale that she's still taller than him sitting if she's sitting on a chair, Feihan settles into a slightly-wobbly lotus position before speaking. "There is a man, a one Drub-Durb...," she breathes out slowly...

Squaring up to the guard, Feihan settled into a centered-but-stumbling stance, one any martial artist would recognize as that of an Orgiastic Fugitive. Opening her mouth, Fei's brow furrowed and she held up a forestalling finger as she finished off the last of her whiskey. As she dod, her hair...

Making her weaving way through the crowds, Fei made no effort to look anything less than the Dynasty she was. Rather than using the breathing exercises her instructors had taught her to calm the sullen glow of her hair and eyes, she held a tension between her surroundings and concern over the...

Some time after the mention of this Chodo, long enough that it wouldn't seem suspicious, Feiha begged off the game. She'd made sure to lose a little money, not so much that it'd be memorable, but enough that she'd be able to pop back into a future game if she wanted. Getting up with a slight...

Sitting down at a dice game in progress, Fei waved over some cheap drinks, rolled her eyes at the man's oh-so-original joke, and eyed the buy-in before tossing in her own ante. "Oh, don't know f'r sure yet, but I was plannin' on seeing if I could make it rain," she peered down at him, then...

Shucking off her pack and sitting with her back to a nearby wall, Fei took another sip of her whiskey. She wasn't sure what precisely she should do while the others went to reconnoiter or whatever it was they were going to do. From the whispering they'd done, it sounded like they'd need to keep...

Fei looked over at the blind woman, raising a brow. "Does it actually matter if he did or didn't? We have our objective and he has information we need to accomplish it. 'Sides," she takes a long pull of her whiskey before continuing, "murder is weird here. Honor duel society that outsiders...

From above and behind the other Solars, a faintly smoky scent filled the air and a wave of heat exuded from the now orange-red and glowing hair and eyes of the Dynast. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her hair and eyes returning to their resting black color. Having mastered her...