C64 Only the East Wind Is Needed

Gao Rui was just over fifty.

He gazed at the flickering flames in the student camp below and finished the last of the red wine in his glass.

The wine had come from Wheathall, a city where Gao Rui had spent the majority of his life before it was declared a Forbidden Ground.

He knew the city like the back of his hand.

Without such knowledge