[center][img]https://i.ibb.co/J2scgCP/Cockroach-Profile.png[/img][h2][color=BAB43B]Bin Myung-Suk[/color][/h2][h3]Xincai, Henan[/h3]Golden River Inn[hr][@Zeroth][/center]
"[color=BAB43B]The stars look quite pleasant tonight...[/color]" Myung-Suk would utter, dazed by the plank of wood that had decked him in the face. Once again, he would find himself on the floor, his senses momentarily knocked away from him. One would wonder how one such as he would survive in such a ruthless world where even wooden placards could spell one's end.

Myung-Suk would sit himself up, the placard almost comically sticking to his forehead. The young man scratched his head as he took in his surroundings once more, his bearing gradually restoring. As he did so, he'd look up to Yi Hyun-Woo with a frown.

"[color=BAB43B]Ah, sorry, I haven't heard of this 'Mountain Ravine Fist' you seem to be looking for... perhaps one of the Inn's regulars would be able to help?[/color]" He would utter moments before the placard would fall off his face, the impromptu adhesive concocted by the drunkard's cups losing grasp. The sign's edge would land sharply onto Myung-Suk's thigh and digging into its joint, causing him to leap up reactively from the sudden sensation. It was only then that he would finally notice the placard as it flew in mid-air, quickly catching it before it would fall.

"[color=BAB43B]Oh, brother... What's this then?[/color]"

Reading the placard as he listened to the swordsman converse with the scholar, Myung-Suk would quickly put two-and-two together.

"[color=BAB43B]It seems the Heavens have blessed you two with opportunity, then. An escort mission, huh... I don't think it'd fit my skillset too much.[/color]"

Myung-Suk would ponder this particular job hesitantly. It was true that serving as a bodyguard did not particularly fit his own style of martial arts. After all, he could not even protect the Heavenly Master. What good was he in a mission like this? At the same time, the failures of his past would also ignite a hidden flame within the young martial artist. If he had failed in protecting those he had dedicated his fists too, then he was already a failure. To fail to do so again would not further hurt his pride.

Of course, there was also the motivation of coin. Being a cockroach can only feed a man for so long. Myung-Suk's stomach growled in anticipation of this monetary opportunity.

"[color=BAB43B]... If you two plan to tag along, I guess it wouldn't hurt if I took this job as well. It'd feel bad to waste an opportunity like this, anyway.[/color]