C1158 An Unorganized Mob
The evening breeze had turned brisk, carrying with it a soft rustling as it swept over the gravel-strewn ground. Chu Yan couldn't shake the feeling that a faint scent of blood tinged the air on the way to the mine, though he wondered if it was just his imagination at play.
His mind was haunted by images of a monk wrapped in bandages, vanished clans