Kyang's mood on the way back into town could be described as quietly annoyed. The judgement calls of her companions had been grating, to the point where she didn't spare many words for them in the rest of the day. Thankfully, the local bureaucracy was not miserly in their reward. Kyang received enough gold in her share to live comfortably for at least a week. The sum actually left her wide-eyed. Thoughts churned around in her mind considering how far collecting the bounty on the bandit leader would take her.

The consideration of taking bounty hunting a little further laced an expression of thought across Kyang's face for the entire night. From the first bath she had taken in a week, to the light dinner she enjoyed at the inn, all the way to her bed. The last hour that she was awake was spent simply staring at the blade of her grandfather's glaive. Sure, it was an identifier that could out her as the missing girl from the Daeyang-gug capitol, but perhaps she wouldn't sell it just yet.

Kyang awoke with the first crowing rooster that she heard. Had she made a different decision, she might have emerged from her room in cleaner clothes and without her armour on. She was certainly the last person to be considered looking for a job as an aid or a scribe or some such. She had slept on her decision and found that the risk of taking on the bandit leader would be worth the reward. Now she just had to meet up with the others.

One of the others caught her eye as soon as she reached the main dining room. The piles of dripping, empty soup bowls around her gave Kyang some serious deja vu. Torako had been sombre and serious for just about the entire day after she had been set off, so Kyang approached cautiously behind her. "Hey, uh, Torako. Good morning?" Kyang leaned to one side, incredulous at the volume Torako had devoured. It was even more than yesterday, "How much longer do you think you'll be? Are you still coming with us, or...are you going to stay to finish feeding that army in your gut?" Kyang ran a finger carefully over one of the discarded bowls. She could have sworn that a chip on the bowls was caused by Torako's teeth. The thought made her brow furrow with astonishment.