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[downswing]

( Dark and damp and Lan Wangji's pallor strained under moonlight. Behind him, flickers of broad, long temple columns — and the smoke smears of... ghosts, gathered. He seems short of breath, the silvered sheen of his sword half drawn from her scabbard, a spate of parchment papers littering the walls: active talismans. )

They have crowded their halls of the dead, to excess.

Here, the key withholds itself. Who hunts the other locations?

( And a pause, hesitant — whether to find his words or, absently, slap another talisman on the spirit that looms with a gaping maw behind him. ) Ke-Waihu stands safe?

( ooc: forwarded dated to the group's incursions in Ke-Waicai. Feel free to run into him in person, if you're also chasing the haunted temple key! )

Comments

[reparo]

Honestly, with all due respect, we're trying to pass unnoticed, as you said. Infiltrate, take the key, get out? The arrival of such individuals might put us in danger of being seen or heard, considering how he can't stop yapping about your handsome suffering.

[downswing]

( THE ONLY HANDSOME ATTRIBUTE HERE IS HIS DILIGENCE TO LOCATE THE KEY. )

He will prevail upon his instincts.

[reparo]

My prevalent instinct is to doubt that.

[downswing]

I vouch.