<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/5/50/Liem.jpg/445px-Liem.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>倒藪 林  Dào​sǒu Liem<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Wood<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Bandit Den, afternoon > Market Place, evening<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Mr. Fen (?), Cai Wu, Heini, Ta Mei Huai, Shin Min-Hee<br/><br/>Liem kept leaning back against the wooden stall, her expression somewhere between annoyance and confusion when Ta Mei Huai approached her, though the former quickly vanished in favor of the latter. She idly scratched her cheek while the woman was making introductions -- while the outlaw generally didn't care much about manners, it didn't mean she was about to interrupt someone making such an earnest introduction.<br/><br/>By the end of it, the brunette gave Mei a blank look. She would never understand those who wasted so much time on manners when things had to be done in a hurry. Not that she felt the urgency of the matter just yet.<br/><br/>Of all three, Wu Cai's name was the one she recognized. She hadn't really had any dealings with those circles except when they just so happened to travel through their woods, but she'd heard it before. Daughter of the wealthy merchant Wu Sheng and, if she wasn't mistaken, an Emei student. That certainly explained the sword and prim attitude. The name of Mei's lord Liem knew, but not hers, though with her looks that probably would have changed sooner or later.<br/><br/>"A princess, a prostitute and … what're you, shorty? Beggar? Thief?" she chuckled, flashing a set of white teeth, as she examined each in turn. There was no bashfulness there, as the bandit looked straight at their faces. Her gaze lingered the longest on Heini at the end, as if to mock her -- she hadn't heard what they had whispered to each other before, but things whispered when encountering someone were rarely nice. "Then it must be urgent indeed. And since you don't seem to know who I am: you're addressing Liem, leader of the righteous Dào​sǒu."<br/><br/>She raised her hand -- perhaps intending to bow in some manner the barbarians the Dào​sǒu descended from practiced -- but only ended up pointing towards the general direction of the establishment she had seen Shin Min-Hee enter. "Saw her heading to the Tea House."<br/><br/>She pulled her hat off, ran a hand through the long strands beneath and gave the merchant, who had wisely chosen to remain silent while the dangerous women spoke, a sidelong glance. "You won't mind if I tag along? Been meaning to ask what's going on and you lot have an air of purpose about you." She sighed, returned her hat back where it belonged and then continued, this time addressing Fen: "Keep that for me, will you? I'll be back. And have this for the trouble."  She put three regular coins on the table for him -- about the cost of a cheap meal, but probably adequate for him to store and keep an eye on already bought goods.<br/><br/>The merchant bowed and quickly snatched them up, his palms sweaty. He was visibly nervous, his smile forced. It wasn't even because of the bandit or the thief standing so close to his wares -- rather, that his stall was surrounded by so many beautiful youxia. In him warred the desire to look more closely and the self-preservative instinct that told him not to raise their ire. "O-of course, Miss. May the gods smile on your endeavour."