Plotline: Main
Type: Social
"I name you... hm... Ping." Kong Bai said. "We don't have time to create a family name for you, so sorry."
"You act as if the soldiers arrive soon." I said.
"The soldiers arrived this morning, and are enjoying a meal before telling us what their business here is."
"Oh, I'd best get into the orchard, then." I said.
"You should get beyond that, and run." Monk Kong said. "They have a tracking hound with them."
"I can run faster in my native form." I grumbled. But Fleet of Foot wasn't keyed to a given form, just to my running speed. I made my way to the wooded valley, below, and began setting up traps.
In retrospect, I'm certain the monks would have preferred that I run further.
Don't worry, there will be time to revist his training later. And YES, Monk Kong literally changed his mind upon realizing that he and his fellow monks could be executed. The rest of his excuses are exactly the rationalizing that he tells Ping not to do.
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