𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖐𝖊𝖞 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖔𝖗𝖓, 𝕻𝖍𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖝

𝕰𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

"I don't get monks in here often." The waitress looks at me.

I bow my head in respect.

"You are the second exotic customer I've had so far." She pours me tea.

I smile and I take a sip.

"Second?" I ask.

"A man came in. A man that I've seen come and go here." She says.

"Who? Do tell me." I say.

"His hair is long and brown. He wears limp pants and a white shirt. That's not the weirdest thing he wears." She says.

I look at her. 

"He wore golden collars around his neck, wrists, and ankles." She says.

"Very strange indeed." I say.

Fruitie comes out of my sleeve. He takes the tea pot and starts chugging it down.

"Fruitie, mind your manners." I tell him.

He nods.

"Thank you for the tea." He bows to the waitress.

She draws back.

"Aw. How cute." She pats Fruitie's head. 

"This man, what else do you know?" I look at her. 

"He has two parallel cuts on his right cheek. He hangs out with a prostitute named Sugar Snap at the far end of the town." She answers.

I stand up. Wujing comes in.

She gaps.

"Master. It's Pigsie." He says.

"Wujing, how many times do I have to tell you? Learn control." I say.

"Of course, master." He bows his head.

I give her extra coins.

"Thank you for the information." I say.