Zhan Wu watched with disinterest as the crowd sorted out their business, deciding that time was best spent securing his mount and making sure it was provided for after his journey. He might need it later, after all, and what had gone down or how the locals handled it really wasn't any particular concern of his if it didn't interrupt his coming and going. At least, it wasn't any particular concern of his until fate mandated it be so, when the two names came to light and made him turn around and pay attention. "Ah, the so-called Drunken Master of the Zhang family, yes. You are rather well known amongst escort agencies and the like".

Being the scion of a highly regarded and resourceful family had its benefits. For everyone willing to pay for a serious hit on the rambunctious drunkard, seen as the easiest target of the influential clan, the Zhangs or their friends and allies often reserved the right to match the offer to void the contract before it was signed should they feel Yuo's life was truly in danger. When that wasn't an option, a defense contract was called for instead. Whether he was aware of this or not, Zhan Wu couldn't say and so he wouldn't divulge the information. Instead, he gifted the man a smiling bow that seemed stuck halfway between being mocking and sincere.

"Ah, the heavens do work in funny ways. I am here for the contract indeed, though I must say it seems like something the Iron School should handle", he shrugged, conspicuously not producing a letter as the others. Papers could be stolen and his had been burnt to ash to ensure such a thing would not happen, a common precaution. Instead, a password and reply had been agreed upon with the employer when the Howling Hunters were contacted to deal with the Pale Hunter. Zhan Wu turned to the group once more. "Didn't figure a Zhang would go for this line of work, not even you. In fact, I must say the same for everyone here. First day on the job?".