audio | un: yiling patriarch | early on during the summit

[weifinder]

I've been whistling while I work, and I have yet to find any response whatsoever. Which is to say, ( he continues, almost at a laconic drawl: ) to any and all of my fellow ragtag members of the eastward bound Merchant's caravan with a gift for detecting life, death, or anything of the spirit: have you felt anything?

( he freely admits to how unnerving it is to him to have no reaction, no response whatsoever, when he reaches out to find the resentful energies that have been throughout all of this world they've wandered since his arrival, well over a year before. )

Because I, for one, can't find a damn thing.

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[weifinder]

I recall inviting a certain Lan to stay and drink with me, hm?

( snip, snip )

[downswing]

( The least impressed. )


He did not drink willing.

[weifinder]

In fairness, Lan Zhan, I didn't expect any of that to work. Didn't we just end up falling asleep?

( he who does not in fact recall anything of a lifetime ago related to that, other than the fact in its mentioning that it'd happened, and it'd been his first introduction to just how little tolerance for wine lan zhan had. )

[downswing]

I did.

( ...Wei Ying, presumably, exhausted himself to collapse. But, more pressingly: )

Another parting was unanticipated here. Apologies.

[weifinder]

I'm fairly sure I annoy the merchant enough this might even be deliberate.

( he's mostly joking! )

[downswing]

Sleep. Make the attempt.

[weifinder]

Hah, I will, I will.

( make the attempt. and that's all he can promise. )