Khitan envoy is a superstitious man. His stars told him this course of action would end in war. It did not matter however, since war was inevitable. With a hungry wolf at the helm of Goryeo nothing less than ripped throats could be expected. He was sent to remedy that. Thankfully there were people of like mind.
Marching the length of his tent since he had not been admitted into the keep of Kangs - a whole lot of good that would do to anyone, he thinks with a skeptical little laugh - the man holds out the missive he had received. Over the paper that was written in a sharp that wielded the brush as if it had been a blade, he looked at the man put into restraints at the corner. A yellow green soothing salve slapped to a side of his face and one of his arms wrapped in foul smelling bandages, he was secretly glad that the man was still awake and alert despite his condition.
