"Gan bei!"  Wei had joined Li in emptying her glass and now shifted in her chair, wishing she could retreat back into the shadow, hoping the light didn't show her cheeks to be as warmed with her chi as they  felt.  Wine and company had been sparse along her way, she rather hoped no one would notice.  Hearing the soft speak, Wei looked up and found the young woman looking at her quite intently.  The deliberate calming gesture and intensity of eye belied her dress.  Sheltered though this Zhàndòu de Nǚér may have been, perhaps she was no more.<br/><br/>"Ghosts?" Wei asked, "Tell me little sister, has your journey been so fraught with spiritual peril?  That is indeed a tale well worth the telling, such brave deeds in Jianghu are rather more worth the telling than drunken debauchery in Dailiang.  My own road took me far astray and alas the Festival of Lights shone without my presence."