Binghe's socks are impeccable thank you very much and he'll not hear a word against them.
"The good lady is a seer," he says outright, with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. "Among the few who is actually reliable with her fortune telling."
And loyal to him. He is her favourite snack, after all.
And if there's one thing Binghe knows about Meiyin, she will go out of her way to preserve her favourites.
"If anyone can tell us how to deal with these things, it will be her. Though..."
His teeth flash white in the setting sun as they approach the town.
"...We should endeavor to be well rested before a visit with her. She's also a succubus who will want her pound of flesh in exchange for useful information."
He lightly pats Astarion's shoulder and he picks up his pace as they approach the town gates. From his qiankun bag he selects which identification papers he'll use -- an imperial diplomat seems his most useful bet, and he smirks as the guard's eyes visibly widen when he spots the imperial seal. Binghe mutters something in the poor guard's ear, gesturing to the other two and the guard gives a dumbfounded nod before waving them through without asking for so much as a travel pass.
Binghe carries on as if he didn't just get them into a heavily guarded city without an ounce of fuss.
"She'll be in Shuanghu City this time of year," he muses, tucking his papers back into the safety of his qiankun bag. "From here, that's three days on foot. A day and a half if we splurge on a cart."
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Date: 2023-05-06 03:31 am (UTC)"The good lady is a seer," he says outright, with a nonchalant roll of his shoulders. "Among the few who is actually reliable with her fortune telling."
And loyal to him. He is her favourite snack, after all.
And if there's one thing Binghe knows about Meiyin, she will go out of her way to preserve her favourites.
"If anyone can tell us how to deal with these things, it will be her. Though..."
His teeth flash white in the setting sun as they approach the town.
"...We should endeavor to be well rested before a visit with her. She's also a succubus who will want her pound of flesh in exchange for useful information."
He lightly pats Astarion's shoulder and he picks up his pace as they approach the town gates. From his qiankun bag he selects which identification papers he'll use -- an imperial diplomat seems his most useful bet, and he smirks as the guard's eyes visibly widen when he spots the imperial seal. Binghe mutters something in the poor guard's ear, gesturing to the other two and the guard gives a dumbfounded nod before waving them through without asking for so much as a travel pass.
Binghe carries on as if he didn't just get them into a heavily guarded city without an ounce of fuss.
"She'll be in Shuanghu City this time of year," he muses, tucking his papers back into the safety of his qiankun bag. "From here, that's three days on foot. A day and a half if we splurge on a cart."