<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Lishin.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Judge Fu Li Shin<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>River bank, heading to the palace; evening<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Heini<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"How many of you recruits does it take to apprehend one woman?"<br/><br/>Li Shin stood firm at the edge of the river path, surrendering her half-cape to the eastern winds with a fierce cock of her hip. There she waited, anxious like a caged tiger, for the Wardens to bring her prize. Better that these men should venture into the mud; the Judge's golden waxed legs were for leadership, not for labor. "No matter. We have our woman, now." The trailing rope passed into Li Shin's hands, and she gave it a punitive yank to bring the slighter thief flush to her. "I<em>always </em>get my woman." Though her voice was too close to Heini's ear to see her tight, giddy smile, it was there in her voice. Few things pleased her more.<br/><br/>The paper boats were just arriving. Li Shin cared little for any of that. There may have been some river pirate blood in the Fu line, the way she savored a feisty captive. "But you've misplaced your cloak. You could catch a cold without it, on an evening like this." With unnecessary force, brooking no argument from the mud, she pulled Heini along for one Warden to escort at spear-point. "Find it," she hissed to the other.<br/><br/>There were no proven accounts of the Judge's interrogations, but there were legends. Tall tales. The mischief makers who returned from questioning, who had gone in rowdy sinners and come back sitting in quiet contemplation watching the leaves change color and turning equal shades of pink, did not recount their experiences at the hands of Fu Li Shin. The cries from the palace dungeon said enough. She wrangled Heini like an unruly animal for the long walk of shame back to captivity.<br/><br/>"I have not seen your face around here before, girl. I am Judge Fu Li Shin, and here in Pai Sun, I am law." She flipped her joyless silvery hair back over a hard Shaolin shoulder, gave a glance back to Heini's body language. "Lord Chiang, in his wisdom, subscribes to Legalist law. Only an iron fist can keep the peace here. Tell me, are you prepared to confess your crimes? Or would you rather receive the fist?"