(@feiyun-commerce)
Left delicately in place where he was staying, is a neatly wrapped box. The tag would be illegible to the untrained eye, but simply reads "Chongyun". In the box, there's a ream of thick parchment, and a few assorted, filled inkwells. There's no card, only a note detailing the contents. In the same, unkempt writing it details the origins of the blessed papers, and inks made from holy water, along with the hope that he'd found the correct supplies in his travels. There's no sigature, as honestly? There's no need.
Gentling picking up the box, he looks down at the tag, reading the scribbles clear as day. He tilts his head as he pulls the paper down in a few strokes. He pulls up the parchment, and the inkwells before he examined the note. As he reads, he perks up. A smile spreads over his face as he looks back down at them.
βNow Iβll have to find that Spirit...and I know exactly what Iβm going to use against it.β














