<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 strange Maze Rat slid another paper, and more tobacco from a pouch hidden within the folds of his shirt.  His fingers worked diligently, pinching the tobacco into a small line, then rolling it tightly before licking the tips to form a new smoke.  A flint came from inside the same pouch, and he bent his head, a slim length of steel blade appearing in one hand with a practiced motion.  It had been deftly hidden within a sleeve, and he struck it across the flint, catching sparks on the tip of the rolled smoke and puffing quickly to get it to light.<br/><br/>He charitably offered her smoke, a small gesture of hospitality.<strong>”It could,”</strong>he agreed.<strong>”As for where – the city is too dangerous for us.  There is a dig.  Madmen from the East, digging up bones.  The stage trail, south, towards Shan Fan.  It’s all flat mesa.  Everyone will see everyone else coming, from a long ways off.”</strong><br/><br/>He smiled, taking a long drag.<strong>”We will meet there, at the crossroads leading to the dig.  The crossroads is an hour by horse.  How long will you need to make certain he is there?  The fisherman can be there… tomorrow night, but no sooner.”</strong>He eyed her, curious if the terms were going to be acceptable.<br/>