Fang Li had fun at dinner, although having an honored guest before them was not something she was used to. She asked Gan Zu many questions and stopped herself when she was beginning to think she was asking too many. She looked at him in awe barely able to touch her food when the drums sounded. Her stomach clenched. She knew her father would not sit around. He would fight. And what of her, Jia and Xuzhu? They would sit and wait.
The thought left her restless.
As the men charged out into battle, they set themselves to cleaning the table, praying for their safe return. As Fang Li wiped the table, she noticed that the monk left his staff. She didn't know if Gan Zu left it intentionally or in his haste, and she was torn between giving it to him and waiting for his return. Would anything change if he did not have his staff? She knew the monk was a skilled fighter, but what if it was his lucky charm or something.
Outside, she could hear the fighting start. There were screams and howls coming from men and horses. She could hear the breaking of wood and bone, the tear of cloth and flesh. She decided to go to her father, bow in hand. "Father, let me help, please!"