Hanani's attempt at a joke took a moment for Ming to process. She breathed in and paused. "...Oh no, I don't smell bad, do I? It's not my fault! The armour isn't very breathable, okay?"

It was wishful thinking to assume Ming would take Hanani anything less than sincerely. For all his very occasional humour, his mood tended to worsen when one mistook a serious comment as a joke.

The conversation moved on without Ming, though thoughts of her armour did remind her to put it back on.

"Uh...Kyoumi!" Ming called out before everyone decided to get moving. "Little help? Sorry..." Ming held up two pieces of her half-plate.

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The normally talkative Ming was less chatty upon seeing the great house Marthysan took them to. After speaking a quick greeting to the dwarf, her amazement only grew at the view from the top.

The landscape all around was impressive enough to make Ming forget why they were invited for the first place. Her wandering afterwards took her light steps around the main room, peeking into the unoccupied suites, one-by-one.

"No wonder you thought this place was silly," Ming commented. "How do they expect you to sleep in eight beds at once? Unless they want you to sleep in a fresh one every day."

She then proceeded to a cushion in the living area and poked it. Very soft. She hummed.

"So how did you know about my name, my race, and Hanani's sword?" Ming asked abruptly and cheerfully.