"Hmm..." Yang thought hard, "Hows does dusk sound? Wait, no that would be too long. I still want to find some place to live and..."

Yang wound up on a tangent of thoughts, self-doubt and contradictions. His mind declared civil war on itself until he came to the simple resolution, "Let's just hunt until we're tired. There should be something worthwhile that comes up soon. Worse comes to worse, we can always just camp outside the wall. Be one with nature."

Yang turned his head to look towards the left and then spotted something growing next to a tree. With haste, he ran to it and picked it up. It was a delicate purple flower, the center became lighter and lighter in contrast to the deep royal purple of the outer petals. Gentle sparkled shimmered around the beautiful thing.

Yang examined it and held it out to Sei, "Its a <Chrysanthemum Throne>, it give small boosts to luck when worn like this. It shouldn't decay or wilt. Want it?"