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wen qing
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Manners ill suit him.

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Indulging him poor manners now?

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Is that the word.

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Tolerating, then?

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Mistress.

If steps might absterge the sins of Qishan Wen, would you pursue them?

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Is it possible to cleanse such sins?

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Assume.

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You do not strike me as one who does.
I would.

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You would baptise it indulgence? Tolerance?

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Is it not indulgence to attempt to cleanse our sins?

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Is it not justice?

To stand before a grave.

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Is it justice you seek, or absolution?

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Today, ointment.

Humbly.

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It takes a little time. I will present it to you when ready.

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Apologies. I take skill, granted.

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[ Delivered, as they camp for the night, a small package, wrapped in coarse linen and tied with ribbon. When unwrapped, it reveals a small pot containing a faintly medicinal smelling salve, and a small, handwritten note that reads:

Apply to affected areas in the morning, before travel, and at night, after the evening bath. Can be applied periodically during the day, as needed. Use daily, even after muscles heal. ]

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( Ah, Wen Qing, a true lady among disasters. Humbly accepted. )