Crooked Crane Krum was walking. He was looking for something, but he knew not what it was, himself.<br/>He had no time for rulers, so he passed the great plaza.<br/>All he knew was that his friend, the monk, had said it's righteous to venerate the goddess today. And that's what Krum did, his body hidden by the dark Delzhani clothes - not enhancing, but covering the frame they hung on. Thick and warm for the season.<br/>A wall between himself and the world.<br/>Crooked Crane Krum kneeled at a shrine near a place where he could see a martial arts exhibition, and prayed. Some incense - as expensive as his means alllowed - and his sincere prayer: these were the things he would offer to the River goddess.