Say no more! Xie Lian might be a recent arrival, but nothing should prevent him from enjoying the frozen, entirely invisible beauty of Sa-Hareth. As his (exceptionally poor) luck would have it, he is drawn into the con of a merchant who knows all too well he hasn't sourced the volume of wares that was commissioned of him. Claiming sickness, he picks out Xie Lian off the road and begs him to deliver a package of red pigment on his behalf to an abandoned fishmonger's store — where 15-20 men turn out to be expecting paint supplies for their red sleeve tattoos.

Anger and needles, can there be a better combination? It turns out, yes, if you throw in their sudden enthusiasm to talk Xie Lian into joining Anurr's cause, because, surely, he owes them for this exceptionally poor shipment of pigments? And would he truly leave them without any kind of gain?

Xie Lian might want to throw a handful of questions their way before he gives too much for free. What does he ask?