It was hard to tell how Moze was feeling, with an expression that was perpetually apathetic and dour.

The Shadow Guard had returned to his roost, once more with one less strale in his possession—and it would be safe to assume that he was irritated.

The amount of strale that the young man possessed at any one point was constantly fluctuating, in accordance with the rate in which he’d acquire and lose them.

After all, such was the payment for another failed attempt on the General’s life.

He was still adjusting to life on the Xianzhou Yaoqing and the terms of his peculiar ‘contract’ with Feixiao; between his martial arts training and following the orders that were issued to him, Moze didn’t have much time for anything else.

As such, his lodgings were bare, giving no indication that a single person dwelled within the space. Just as he preferred it.

…Well, what little possessions he did own were neatly arranged and carefully stored out of sight.

"Is there a reason you’re here?" Moze brushed past the familiar face on silent footsteps, as he crossed over the threshold.

Plucking another strale from the orderly stack that was kept on his bedside table, the assassin pocketed it for an inevitable later ramification. Catching his visitor’s gaze, he continued: "Keep it brief. I have another assignment to handle."