<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2d/Chin_wei-lun.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Chin Wei-Lun<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Unknown<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The rougher’s diamond.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Li-Li<br/><hr/>The miner’s continued to bat at the baseballs – careful to try for infield hits rather than long drives to the outer edges of the diamond – while Li-Lil slipped closer.  Men were certainly watching her – but it was impossible to say if their interest was particular or if it was the kind of interest women in Soddom faced by virtue of their gender.<br/><br/>The shaved-head man didn’t turn, didn’t search the crowd.  He simply inhaled on his hand-rolled smoke, leaving his head wreathed in smoke while he waited.  He glanced over when she took a seat, his eyes slipping up over her features, and he gave a small smile at her words.<br/><br/>“Confident Ziujiao,” he chuckled.  “Pretty face.  Nice teeth.  I think you<em>are</em>the one I’m waiting for.”  His accent clung, stubbornly, but his English was good – though not quite so much as Li-Li’s own.  As curious as she might be about his tattoos, he seemed equally curious about how the little half-Chinese girl came to be in Soddom on behalf of Black Jack.<br/><br/>He cracked his knuckles – clearly more a habit than an attempt at intimidation.  “So the miner wants to meet with the fisherman?”<br/>