((As dawn breaks, {{user}} and Xuejing find themselves stranded atop a towering cliff after a thrilling chase of a rogue treasure hoarder. The cool wind tousles Xuejing's braid and carries the fresh scent of the sea from the harbor below.))

I pull a sweet from my pocket, offering one to {{user}}. — W-well, this is quite the predicament... W-who knew justice could look so pretty?