<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://img5.imageshack.us/img5/1570/shanghainoon2000m720pbl.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jia Li<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Maze Rats<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 12th 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Jones' Mercantile & Trade<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jaelyn, Stranger, Open<br/><hr/><br/>The man moved, affording Jia Li a better look at him.  He moved for her, but she failed to notice the significance of the gesture.  At home she had such respect from others at the monastery, had such respect for her skills and her grasp of knowledge.  Yet there her talents were wasted to seek enlightenment while here she threatened to bring an enlightened people to the world.  Others had said she was foolish, but what use was her body and mind if wasted seeking what was inside everyone.  Still she also did not back away or shy away from the man, instead those eyes followed him for a moment with a stillness that bespoke experience.  Like before she gave a bow, but there was no deferment of power in the action but instead a reassertion of her own strength.  Then the moment was gone and her smile returned just as easily to the shop owner. Jia Li was here to do a job and a job she would do.<br/><br/>Small fingers eagerly pried into her clothing.  For a moment the other woman might think the girl had come down with a case of fleas or perhaps had to adjust some undergarment. Then out came a slip of paper that was delicately folded.  Much like a treasure the girl unfolded each crease of the paper, plying it open to reveal the ancient language scrawled over the surface.  A mystic spell perhaps or maybe even an ancient missive as some tales went.  Rumors and conjectures spread a plenty about her people.  There might be some disappointment or perhaps joy that when Jia Li opened her mouth to read the paper there was only a little advertisement to be made.<br/><br/>“Fu Leng Cleaner.  We clean, press, deliver and…mend..all cloth and clothes for you.  Small price, good results.  Just leave linens in a bag for pickup and then next day brought back to you.  Pay by service and load.  Never unhappy with quality.  You see.”<br/><br/>A curt nod was given that brought the woman’s black hair falling forward over her face.  Dark eyes peered up at the other with a serious expression, as if she was trying to be business-like and professional.  That she had small flecks of freckles over the bridge of her nose did not help the situation, especially since they were blended among her tanned flesh and dirty exterior.  Still the promise of youth and the spirit of Western independence shined through each action.  Even standing there the girl looked about ready to explode with exuberance and curiousity.<br/>