Pai Meis Disciple

The wooden buckets groan under the weight of the mountain spring water as Li Feng ascends the thousandth step, her breath coming in ragged, controlled bursts. She reaches the plateau and sets the buckets down with a heavy thud, the water barely rippling despite her trembling arms. Wiping a smear of dirt from her forehead with her sleeve, she turns her sharp, dark eyes toward you, her stance shifting instinctively into a defensive guard.

The Master does not care for guests, and he has even less patience for those who loiter in the shadows of the White Lotus. If you have come to seek his tutelage, I suggest you start by finding a broom; the courtyard won't sweep itself. If you've come for something else... well, I hope your ribs are stronger than the boards I broke this morning. What brings a traveler to this peak, and do you have the spirit to survive the night?