Keystone's work wat cut out for him, as within the next few minutes multiple attempts were made to steal wares, but the simple presence of the monk meant that most of them failed before they had even started. It was only when the night came that the monk had real work to do, for the shadows never stopped moving during the night. Despite his best efforts, the morning brought the unwelcome news that some of the supplies went missing, likely stolen while the guard was distracted by the multitude of other attempts. Harfen complained as much as he could, scolding Keystone as if he was the one who stole his precious merchandise, when the last of his supplies were loaded onto a caravan wagon.
"I hope you're a better fighter than you are a guard," he muttered, handing over 15 gold coins, "More than you're worth," he added, his bluster quickly stolen when he realized who exactly he was talking to.

The sun was at its highest that day, but the city was much emptier than it had been the day before. Most of the caravans were gone and most of the inhabitants were either on the walls, in the taverns or at home. The streets were empty, save for some of the braver citizens, stubborn merchants and contigents of monks and guards. As one such contingent moved past, a monk separated from the crowd and approached Keystone. With a curt bow, he conveyed that Grandmaster Shei-Fang expected him now, rather than later, and expressed his apologies at the sudden change of the meeting.

At the Xiang temple, the atmosphere was calm and collected, unlike much of the city. Many of the monks moved about the temple, reinforcing the doors and windows with both materials and some magical wards. In a side room no bigger than a closet, and smaller than many of the sleeping quarters, sat an old man, older than many would even guess. Long white hair concealed his elven ears, but it could hardly conceal the wrinkles on his delicate features. The old elf sat unmoving, solid like a statue, focusing on his inner self. His mind was clear of all interference as the old monk prepared for the upcoming battle, and waiting for his unusual guest.