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username: yiling patriarch

( Rise and shine, to coarse, near-dawn rasps from a gently borrowed quartz piece. Overheard in the background: meowling winds from the settling snow storms, the yawning bustle of early-morning trade, and the sharp gasps of a crowd. )

Bring salt, wine, water and joss sticks to the marketplace. ( Murmured: ) They've sullied their dead.

( A pause, stretching its legs, until a child cries over the 'armless men there.' )

We cannot be as animals, to leave them in indignity.

( ooc: ...response usernames will vary, depending on whether he's still at the marketplace or back at the House of Dew and hoarding Wei Wuxian's device, since he's too himself to get his own. )

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[jeoha]

[ He also sighs, pausing as he rubs his brow. Why was he letting it get to him? ]

Help. Can you think of why they would display corpses like this? With one arm removed each?

[ He realizes what he's asking only after it's out of his mouth, and he grimaces. But it would be a deeper wound to Mingyu to apologize now, publicly, for something he shared privately. He will just have to ask for forgiveness later. ]

[descendency]

[ Voice flat, devoid of emotion: ]

Seeing as they were already dead, I imagine it wasn't as a warning to their loved ones so I'm afraid my expertise ends there.

Anything else?

[jeoha]

[ Yeah. That was deserved.

He hesitates. ]

Incense. Do you have any?

[ Is it an excuse to go see Mingyu in person? Maybe. ]

[descendency]

You know where to find me.

[jeoha]

[ He doesn't reply, and instead just goes to seek the man out. ]