The bag that Xin produced made Kyang pull a frown for two reasons. The first was that he presumed to pay for her by implication, but the second pertained to how it related to his 'occupation'. Kyang looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "So you just turn up, beat their best fighters, stick around until they pay you, and then up and leave? Sounds an awful lot like you're extorting them, if you ask me."

If was perhaps not the wisest move to assume Xin's intentions, especially when Kyang knew for a fact that he could probably shatter her ribcage like a straw house. However, Xin had put Kyang's mood to a less rational form of pissed off with his statements.

The little eatery that they walked into was certainly less up-market than the Blue Dragon, but Kyang liked it. It promised better prices and the fragrance of good food. It was preferable to her - practical and enjoyable.

"[i]Thirty[/i] pork buns?" Kyang asked, sounding a little confused, "They had better be as good as you say."