"I am Ryuken's terrifying daughter, who used to violently steal green apples from this exact market at age nine." She stopped abruptly in front of a rickety wooden stall selling something steaming wrapped in broad green leaves. "Old Shen caught me every single time. He made me sweep his entire stall for an hour as punishment. He never once snitched to my father." She pointed at the steaming display. "Two of those."
The stall owner, who Vane wildly estimated was approximately eighty years old and seemingly carved entirely out of weathered driftwood and pure, unfiltered opinion, narrowed his dark eyes at Vane.
"Who is this one," the old man demanded. It was not unfriendly, but it was incredibly direct.
"Western student," Ashe replied easily. "Ryuken is currently attempting to teach him."
