When Chen finishes undoing his robe you can see a rough bandage, marked with blood, on his ribs, wrapped around him. Noting the gaze, Gan gives a snort. "You think tax collectors just hand money over if we ask politely? Of course they fight back."<br/><br/>Chen flushes, looking more uncomfortable than before. "I'm not a fighter." he replies. "I barely know one end of a sword from the other. Besides, it's wrong .. we .. we shouldn't be stealing, or we're just as bad as they are. It's not right."