<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1570/shanghainoon2000m720pbl.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Maze Rats<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jones' Mercantile & Trade<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jaelyn, Stranger, Open<br/><hr/><br/>There had been another delivery girl for the past few weeks.  Another dirty face that eagerly brought stained and unwashed clothing to Fu Leng’s Dry Cleaning and then returned with the clean results just as eagerly.  Few people might have noticed the difference as the girl was just another of the multitude, another dark haired and slant eyed girl that spoke little English.  Yet for some they might have noticed the girl was not so friendly as the previous one or as curious, but was also more prone to being on time and less likely to be darting between carts on the street to perform her tasks.  In general there was a difference but not something the average person would notice.  So there was some disappointment for Jia Li when her return was not heralded, but was instead meet with surprise that she had left at all.  Still, her task had been to blend into the town and she supposed that task was accomplished.<br/><br/>There was a new business in the town which meant a potential new customer.  Shop owners had many clothes and materials to be cleaned, to be stained and then cleaned.  The owner of Fu Leng, a tyrant to rival any back home, was shrewd when analyzing such matters.   Jia Li was then dispatched to see if the woman indeed had need of their services and make their typical sales pitch.  Slender and petite, the young woman maneuvered through the noon day traffic with little regard for her own safety.  Wheels rolled near her and horses stamped their feet near her passing.  More than one curse was uttered at her darting form rushing past an early drinker or a late riser.  There was a wave to the brothel women that always had need of her services and of course to shop keepers as she passed.  Always had to keep up appearances and professional relationships.  Her mind ticked off the slogans feed to her by her employer.<br/><br/>Once the shop was approached, Jia Li might be mistaken for a child by the owner.  Almond shaped eyes of a delicate craftsmanship peer into the window.  The height was small and the face dirty, small spots of freckles could be seen along the bridge of her nose.  Black hair was tied back into a small tail that fall down her clothing.  A street urchin by her appearance there was no mistaking the curious look she gave to the items through the window before she boldly proceeded to the doorway.  A surety radiated from her despite her small size, a confidence that allowed the smaller woman to proceed forward into the unknown without hesitation.<br/><br/>A bright and poorly accented “Hello” was given that seemed fairly garbled and out of place when spoken.  There was a distinct bow, as the western people of this country seemed to like this and thought it humorous.  She would hate to tell them that in her own country no one would bow to them, but here she had to blend in to survive.<br/><br/>“I come speak to owner please.”<br/>