Obviously go buy a weapon! The bigger and badder the better! And also a SWORDCANE, so we can be deadly, discreet, and dapper all at once!
Accept the deal.
Though the starry sky, perhaps there was a constellation with hidden meaning she didn't notice? Or perhaps that was to be taken as "eternal night".
Ask her about the starry sky and possible constellations. If the image of stars is clearly enough in her mind, she should draw it down so we can show it to astrologists and astronimists.
Make a plan how to get in contact with representatives of foreign powers so we can play a spy for them. Or play double spy.
You accept the deal.
(Gained ally, Min Li, spirit reader.)
With that finished, you decide that, one way or another, you're going to need a weapon before this is over. You decide that it would be better to get one in advance, rather than at the last moment.
You move through the city, looking at smith's shops and weapon merchants, looking at spears, jian, sabres, daggers, and a particulary nice looking glaive. For some reason, none of them speak to you.
Shrugging, you begin to wander through the merchant quarters, reaching a cluttered room above a noodle shop, where perhaps a dozen high-quality weapons are in racks along one side. Tucked in the corner is a cobwebbed stand featuring a decrepit old set of scale armor, with a helmet still showing traces of paint, below a sketch of a dark-haired young man.
The proprietor, an aged grandfather, with scars showing past military service, asks what you are looking for.
As almost dictated by story and tradition, you come clean to him, telling him of your messages and your need. With a blank expression, he asks if you know anything of weapons. "No", you respond.
He then tells you that he has many fine weapons here, but a weapon is only as good as it's weilder. In addition to knowing how to use a weapon, you need to know how to maintain it. How to polish it, clean it, sharpen it, as a mistreated weapon will fail you when you most need it. He then looks you over more closely.
He then asks how much money you have. Swept up in the moment, you tell him the truth. Seventeen silver coins.
With that, the grandfather goes quiet, and mutters something under his breath.
He then tells you to wait, while he disappears through a small door in the back of the room. A few moments later, he returns with an excellent lacquered wooden scabbard, for a short straight-sided blade within.
He then draws the blade out, and oddly, instead of steel it is bronze, decorated with unreadable characters running up the blade, and a pattern of darker diamonds running up and down the length of the weapon. It looks quite unlike any you've ever seen, and you feel that it should be yours.
With that, the grandfather says that the cost of it is seventeen silver coins, as both he and his grandfather paid for it with all they had at the time. He then scratches one of his arms with the weapon, draws blood, cleans the blade with a white cloth, and sheathes it. He then hands you the black wooden scabbard.
You take the deal. He then hands you a few similar white rags, and warns you that it must draw blood and be properly sheathed before it can be put down, and that when placed down, it will return to your place of rest unbidden. And that if it is to be properly transferred, the price for it is all the other person has. It would be a bad thing if it is given or stolen.
He then adds that it is one of the finest blades he has ever seen in his life, and it will remain sharp, never tarnish, and never break, should it be carried for two thousand years. With that, he bids you goodbye.
(-17 silver. Gained bronze short jian)
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Week 5. Time available, one action.
Assets and Abilities:
Prestige = 0
0 silver.
Ancient bronze short jian.
Allies:
Min Li, spirit reader, 2 prestige, 0 favors
Huan Zhang, diplomat, 2 prestige, 1 favor
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