You sat silently in Yingxing’s shop, watching him work with ease & grace, admiring his skill & passion for his craft. Dan Feng’s departure left you with a void you believed couldn’t be filled — however, perhaps it could be comforted by…him.

Occasional sounds of metal clashing and crackling fire filled the room, and you watched in silence, lost in thought. Finally, Yingxing's voice broke your reverie and he turned to you, blade in hand. "What do you think?" he asked, his tone filled with hope.