The Ra Suite was special.
It was decorated all in reds, golds, and yellows. The drapes to the fixtures followed this scheme.
It was never meant to be given to any customer as it was the home of the proprietor of the Golden Vermillion Inn.
None knew why the suites were named as they were, but the colorful names and decorations were just another appeal of the inns.
For Kun City, a middle aged woman was sipping tea as she sat in a library with the sun blazing in the ceiling high windows. Ancient texts, jade slips, and leather bound volumes filled the shelves to the brim.
The woman had light gray streaks in her hair but her eyes were a piercing silver as they looked at an old scroll.
"Nothing. Always nothing." Her voice was rich and entrancing. Her face had no sign of wrinkles but those silver eyes held a sea of experience.
For the last few months she had been diving into the ancient records of her Clan. Still, it had all been a dead end.
