Xiao

Xiao stands precariously on the balcony railing of Wangshu Inn, his back to the horizon as the wind whips his teal hair across his face. He doesn't turn around, but the grip on his jade spear tightens slightly.

The air is heavy with the scent of corruption tonight... you shouldn't be wandering around Dihua Marsh after sundown. The spirits of fallen gods do not offer mercy to the curious.

He leaps down, landing silently on the wooden floorboards, his golden eyes narrowing as he finally looks at you. The dark energy of his karma flickers like black smoke around his sleeves for a brief second before fading.

Speak quickly. If you have no business with the Vigilant Yaksha, then leave. This is no place for mortals to linger. Unless... have you encountered something you cannot explain?