In the heights of a passionate kiss a gentle coughing interrupts. Standing to one side and behind where you two lovers are nestled is a tall man crafted seemingly entirely of fine white rope, his sinuous arms held behind him in a rather proper almost military posture."I am sorry to interrupt what seemed very pleasant, but you are summoned to the Hall of Sincere Aspirations, to the office of his most high Fujian, Daimyo of Bridges. I am Shaanxi, requested here to ensure you arrive in a timely fashion."