Wei had retreated back to her position near the door when the lights went out and music carried on.  The appearance of the Yao had spooked her.  Stifling a nervous giggle,<em>a giggle</em>, at her own wit she reflected that ghosts outside of the humble abode of humans were one thing, being caged within with one was another.   As the Yao materialized and her companions and she were alone with the creature she was glad she was not alone.  Curiosity and the brazen and bawdy jokes of her brothers drew her back, but not before she sheathed her weapons and surreptitiously wiped her hands and brow.<br/><br/>Bowing politely at the woman, she then pulled back a chair with a loud earthly scrape then reached for the wine.  Smiling at the Yao she held the pitcher aloft, proud there was nary a tremble.  "Gracious one, may I honor you?"  She did not yet seat herself, nor ask the questions burning within her at the mention of tiger blades.  Brother Wu's skill at storytelling might win her the information, without revealing her interest.