Well, a disturbance in Liyue was always easy to catch up with— it didn’t require much more than a skilled ear, able to discern the common sound of commerce from the mumbles that carried an off topic subject.
Indeed, gossip. One could say.
Except that the consultant of the Funeral Parlor rarely agreed to call it that way. He. Wasn’t. Into. Petty. Gossip.
But, why to fight it? In the end, it was what led him straight to where these sayings of a young lady humiliating a group of bandits all by herself, in the surroundings, had been coming from.
He walked past the horses pulling the cart, stood behind her and said. ❝ I can see you’re handling the situation just fine, Miss.
» I am not with them. ❞ A clarification that he probably should have added at the beginning. Then, he asked. ❝ Are you going to be okay? ❞
She hadn’t been paying attention to the people watching as she tormented the poor bandits. Playfully cartwheeling from one to another, causing them to trip over themselves and hit one another.
That clueless look on her face masking just how calculated each of her movements were. Just at the right angle so a simple punch or grab would land in JUST the right place.
By the time someone had stepped up the group was on their knees sobbing and pleading to be left alone.
When she hears the voice she turns, giving the new comer a friendly smile. Both arms draping around two of the bandits who just flinched. Eyes PLEADING for the man to free them from their mistake.
“OH I’M perfectly fine, My friends and I were having a little lesson on friendship!” In an instant she lets go and bounds over to the new face. Her hand sticking out in a pleasing smile. The bandits who had been held up by her quick to fall over heads smacking together.
“The names MACHI, traveling entertainer. Pleasure to meet you.”
