Paiyou isn't dressed like a Western jester, but for the effect he is causing in the crowd he might well have been. As if the mad hat, enormous polka dotted green bow tie and deep purple jacket aren't enough his legs are wrapped in old pink. Even his shoes stand out, made of brown shiny cowhide in a distinct Occidental style. His skinny hands half peek out of the white laced fringes of his blouse. A plain gold ring adorns each thumb. He is fashionably late. It adds to the dramatic effect, assures everyone's attention as he enters the throne chamber. A wave of commotion opens up a path in the crowds, behind him he leaves a trail of gossip and hubbub. Ah! Home sweet home!<br/><br/>His face is powdered white, the colour of death. He knows he is taking a risk. But taking risks is part of his position. As he approaches the throne, he sees Tai, Feng and Ethan in what obviously is none of his business. He smiles in the direction of the trio and bows as the emperor notices his entrance. On one side of the great room his gaze falls on Fang skimming heads. Rather than interrupt what might be uninterruptible, he heads over to the bureaucrat for a torture session. "Master Fang!" he opens with a frivolous bow. Death is coming to pay you a visit, he thinks with a smile.<br/><br/>