Conversation

The camp was clearly prepared for his visit. They all gazed at him with varying emotions. Joy. Relief. Expectation. Confusion. Skepticism.

The men guided him to the largest tent, gesturing him inside. Inside were several more Martial Apprentices that stood guard. Rui recognized the only non-Martial Artist within the tent as his client, Fushin Hunfer.

His eyes narrowed as he felt a faint sense of pressure from the man that he shouldn't have. He was old, his body was covered in scars and his skin was wrinkled and what was left of his hair was white. Despite his visage being that of an old man, Rui didn't dare to think of him as one. The man almost had a heavier presence in Rui's mind than the Martial Apprentices in the room.

Rui recalled the details of his background from his mind palace, provided by the mission bill.