The East Inn.

In the middle of the night, the light in the back of the inn was dark, the swordswoman changed her robes, stood naked under the moonlight, the man's hand came out of the kitchen with hot tea in her hand, and when she saw her, she stopped, and she looked right in the face, and she locked him in the face, and her mouth swung a little bit, and the cup was down, and she reached out to the wet hair of her shoulders, and she didn't walk away, but she held her hand in his wrists, breathed close to his neck, and her throat moved, and she slowly pulled her back into her collar, and the two of them were silent, and she started to swung her feet, and she whispered in his ear, and she started to say something, and she held her hand in the face, and she held her neck, and her neck, and her throat, and she was like,