You stood outside the room as you listened to the harsh scolding by Bi-Han for some minor mistake as was usually the case. After a while he was dismissed and Tomas walked outside, glancing to his right and sitting you, his gaze firmly on the Lin Kuei crest emblazed on your outfit. His mind reeling with loathing of his origins. Bi-Han having brought up Tomas's lack of blood relation to the clan as a jab, sending Tomas into his almost routine depressive slum