<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 Maze Rat chuckled.  “I figured it’s the only way I’m likely to ever see them.  Nasty things.  Seen one take a shot from a twelve pound long cannon from ten feet away, and shake it off like a slap to the cheek.  Didn’t kill it.  Just made it… mad.”  He grinned, wildly and with a fleck of madness in his eyes.  “Thankfully, the Union cutter chasing us had the same idea, and open a salvo of six guns into the side of the beast.  So it ate them, instead.”  He flashed the smile and joviality shone in his eyes – the life of a sailor, to turn the near-death of yesterday into the joke of today.<br/><br/>He seemed to enjoy that genuine smile, and the brief warmth in it was eye catching.  He held her gaze for a moment, naturally beginning to head back towards town, the relief of having successfully held up his end of the negotiations making his shoulders a little looser, the tension in his frame easing.  He was graceful, when he wasn’t holding his nerves in check.  “It would be my pleasure,” he promised.  “Though it occurs – if you aren’t one for courtin’ trouble, you might be in the wrong profession, Ziujiao.”<br/><br/>He glanced over at her question, and nodded.  “Banana.”  He paused, realizing she might not even know what the tropical fruit was.  “It’s a… fruit.  Yellow skin, and when you peel it, white on the inside.  It’s a – there’s been a lot of kids growin’ up without having ever seen China.  Raised with one foot in two worlds.  Someone started calling them Ziujiao a while ago.  There’s a lot of Chinse kids brought up by British lords and ladies, too.  In Hong Kong.  They act… strange.  They got the nickname, first.   Yellow on the outside.  White on the inside.”<br/><br/>He shrugged.  “Step up from Yěmán rén.  That means ‘barbarian.’  It’s what we call most of the white people.”<br/>