<div class="floatright">(http://pre01.deviantart.net/993d/th/pre/f/2012/195/c/a/legend_of_the_five_rings_female_samurai_by_phantom_cz-d579ozg.jpg)</div><br/>Passing through a shoddy bridge, especially bridges that were shoddy for the Age of Sorrows, always left Seven Words of Wisdom with a faint sense of forlorn guilt that she had no real talent for crafting.  Her expertise was wide and varied, and she stepped in to help however she could, but even she had limits.  Better to stick with your specialties.<br/><br/>She mentally counted the words.  Only six.  Probably not even close to the profound wisdom she's supposed to give anyway.<br/><br/>As she looked around, it became obvious that things were slowing down far from the usual schedule.  It seemed the summons had not yet gone out for Mother River, which ignited her curiosity.  She had just enough time to make that recognition and consider for a few moments before the two monks started her way.<br/><br/>It seemed likely that they recognized her, and while she wasn't sure what they wanted her for, the most likely answer was that they had a question regarding the Immaculate text and wanted a mediator.  She offered them a smile, faint but welcoming, standing just enough to the side that they could pass by if she misread their intentions but allowing them to come to her without her objection.