Jin was waiting, and from his expression, it was clear he was on the verge of exploding.
Wuyi entered his 'room' and sat at the low table on a cushion. Jin beckoned to the other two beastmasters he was training, and both approached.
Yun Ming also arrived; he paused in the doorway and spoke to someone just outside. "Clear this area," he commanded.
They heard men grumbling, and then Xingjian, Yun Ming's attendant, announced in his accent, "All clear, my lords."
Jin looked around. "Not sure where to start."
"How about from the beginning? And perhaps with a cup of wine?" Wuyi suggested, trying to lighten the mood, though the others looked too serious.
"The merchants arrived—two of them had animals." Jin shrugged. "I'm not telling this well. Two of them had a dozen fine falcons and some hounds. I took the liberty of securing them, okay?"
A dozen fine falcons and some hunting hounds would indeed be worth a fortune.
