[color=#ff6666][CENTER][b][h2]LEDAAL LING BAO[/h2][/b][/CENTER][/color]

[color=gray]Bao was prohibited from ever stepping foot inside the temple of fine arts he previously resided in. It saddened the wise philosopher, but he confided in the world and all of its treasures to aid him in the creation of better art and the development of even deeper inner peace. He was currently taking a brisk walk around Guixiang and was pleased with his progress. His bestselling poetry book, [i]Standing Tiger Visible Dragon[/i], was due for a sequel and Bao was tantalizingly close to finishing the first poem. 

[i]City of one thousand red moving leaves
Gently stirring like spoon inside tea
When one is open like wind there are no secrets to guard
Unless one faced with[/i]

[color=#ff6666][i]One faced with…[/i][/color] he thought, [color=#ff6666]“…rude guard?!”[/color]

A guard from Guixiang stood directly in front of Bao during his daydreaming. The poet was so invested in completing his poem that he was losing awareness of his surroundings, something that was almost unheard of from a practitioner of the air dragon style of martial arts. The guard shrugged off Bao´s confusion and began to speak.

“Sorry for interrupting sir, but you´ll have to come with us. Our leader wishes to speak to you.” The guard spoke with the tone of someone who was unsure of what was happening but wanted to look competent regardless. A handful of guards stood behind him, saying nothing. They made no move to draw their weapons, but managed to imply the presence of them through stoic body language. Bao stroked his wispy beard while taking in the young man´s words, nodding his head in agreement. 

[color=#ff6666]“Guard cannot rhyme with guard, too simple.”[/color]

“I, er— excuse me sir?” said the guard, visibly struggling in his attempts to follow the conversation. His posture tightened somewhat. 

[color=#ff6666]“If I rhyme guard with guard, it will be simple poem for simple people. I do not write poems for simple people. I must come up with better rhyme than guard.”[/color] Bao let out a large sigh and followed the guard, who unfairly felt as if the script had been flipped to make [i]him[/i] the odd one. 

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Ledaal Ling Bao entered the inner sanctum in a gliding motion typical to air aspect terrestrials and clouds with tight schedules. A woman with beautiful hair sat on a throne in a mostly empty room. A few others were already inside, and judging by their confused expressions, were also sent in without context. 

He received the woman´s greeting and bowed courteously. 

[color=#ff6666]“I thank you for your welcome. I have arrived in this city in search of art, beauty and inner peace. I hope to enjoy nature of your lands.”[/color]

Beside him stood a disheveled man whose posture and clothing lacked any form of respect towards the woman. Many fables and stories spoke of not judging a man solely by his appearance, so the man´s filth didn’t bother him. What had caught Bao´s attention was the man´s body movements and the way he was calmly scratching his head. Bao could feel his anima slowly revealing itself.

[color=#ff6666]“Young man, when in front of royalty…

...no monkeying around.”[/color]

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