<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/Lishin.jpg)</div><strong>Name :</strong>Judge Fu Li Shin<br/><strong>Element :</strong>Fire<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time :</strong>Festival market, evening<br/><strong>Tagging :</strong>Heini, open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Li Shin released the merchant, and the woman quickly abandoned her wagon. Such a shrewd and merciless judge would not normally allow a suspect to flee- not unless bigger prey demanded her attention. "Such a domestic task, on a night of grand festivities." She turned to drink in Heini from top to bottom, but the cut had been clean and her purse was already snatched. Li Shin just hadn't realized it yet. "What a dutiful servant you are." The judge turned up her nose, and circled the wagon to view Heini from a slightly different angle. "But there is a problem. These rice bowls are counterfeit."<br/><br/>The courts of law did not function across the river from Imperial power. A judge must have peerless instinct for guilt and innocence. Her kung fu must be righteous, too, since only the righteous could sling accusation. Judge Li Shin's instincts were good, and her kung fu was better, but she was young. She was too eager to punish and carve her mark on the world. "Those who trade with counterfeiters share their guilt. Prepare yourself for the Buddha's stone-scattering palm."<br/><br/>Li Shin's striking palm went steely to unearthed the wagon from its muddy mire in a single blow. Cheap pottery spun through the air as the rickety wood conveyance sailed from under it like a pulled tablecloth, on a crash course for Heini. It met the road rolling, juddering violently and shedding nails, before the pottery even fell again.<br/>"Wardens!"<br/>Polearms stamped in unison as the judge's separated men came to attention. The crowd pulled back.<br/>"The one to bring me this woman alive may consider his debt repaid."