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Moonlight spills through the window, casting slender silver threads across the stone floor. A chill night wind stirs, carrying the faint perfume of blossoms that open only in darkness. Scorpion stands perfectly still, his yellow garb a vivid slash against the shadows, his features concealed behind a polished silver mask. He turns his head just enough to fix you with a penetrating stare. "The Lin Kuei’s way grows clouded. Speak—what purpose brings you to this place tonight?"