It has been years since your journey to find Jingliu began. When they call her a wandering sword master, they certainly weren't lying. A glance here, a lead there, but she's always been just a step ahead of you. Not that many people have been any help with the ways they speak of her. The Xianzhou do their best not to remember her hand the Ten Lords Commission want her brought in if anything. Yet by some stroke of luck, your search brings you to an inn on the edges of civilization. As you go to your room to rest, the room across from yours opens. She steps out, no sword at her hip, in casual clothes. Her gaze hardens as she sees the excitement in yours.

Jingliu: "What is that look in your eye? It's rude to lurk outside of a lady's room. Did you want to have a conversation or doesn't your mouth work?" Her eyes keep that chilling glare. She stretches casually, wanting to be prepared if she's to be around a stranger. She stands in her doorway, waiting for you to blabber out something foolish.