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WHO: Anyone
WHEN: Shortly after arrival and settling in
WHAT: Meeting people
WHERE: Gazin

She had settled in the room that was offered at the Inn but Caitlin was still getting her bearings. She walked along the road, trying to understand what exactly had happened and how she even ended up here.

The last thing she remembered was...she had left her mother's after--well, after all that had happened. For a moment, she had wished that she could just...go somewhere and not worry about it all anymore.

Next thing she knew, she was facing a sign and being pointed to this town.

Caitlin took a look around at the people that made up for the citizens of the town. Strange how it was so similar to towns she had read about in storybooks in the past. No one really bat an eyelash at her appearance, even if she didn't look like the rest of them.

Maybe if I were the one that talked to everyone. I'm sure I can make it exciting.

"Maybe not, Frost," Caitlin said quietly, "you might...throw people off here."

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Caitlin took note of what the woman said; that it was as advanced as it should be. She had to be from a time that was analogous to this time period. Medieval China, perhaps?

"I'm Caitlin Snow from Central City."

She offers her hand to her with a kind smile.

"I was a doctor--um...a healer back home."

"Oh!" There's a sharp pang of relief at this unexpected familiarity, finding something in common with this woman from a faraway place. She looks at the offered hand dubiously for a moment, that's not how cultivators greet strangers, but she's been observant enough of her new surroundings to mimic.

"Once I have found my brother," or once she will be forced to accept he isn't here, as she secretly fears, "I would like to hear more about the medical techniques you employ. Personally, my passion is acupuncture. I find it most satisfying to work with the body directly." Her brows furrow. "But I've never heard of a place called Central City. Which i what I expected." But it's still frustrating, as none of this is making it appear easier to go home.

"Let's start with what your brother looks like and his name?" she asks. She shakes her hand lets it go, wondering how people greeted each other wherever she was from.

Her eyebrows raise at accupuncture. "We'll need to definitely exchange information on that soon. Maybe talk to the apothecary to hire us as healers."

She nods, brows furrowing as she is reminded of her sizable money problem which does require a job. "That is a good idea, I'll look into that. I arrived with nothing but the clothes on my back, I can't even buy myself a cup of tea without going into debt. And if we find Ah Ning, I'll need to provide for him, too." It's a matter of course to her that if her younger brother is here, she will be the breadwinner for the family. It's kind of daunting in a place where she has no credentials and not even the questionable renown of her family name.

"He is a little younger than I am. He has long black hair, about as long as mine, held back by a silver hairpiece, and he wears black and red robes." She ducks her head. "And he is in bad state. We have been imprisoned and in shackles for... I don't even know how long. Weeks? Months?"

Another brother. Also imprisoned.

"What were the circumstances that you were imprisoned for?" she asks.

Moreover, how much of their family had been imprisoned and stolen away to this place? Did this mean her own team...perhaps even her own family were here as well? She hadn't seen Carla yet and her father...well.

Her face shutters, the distress wiped off and replaced with a carefully neutral expression as her posture shifts, becoming poised and rigid.

"Thank you for your concern, but the circumstances of our confinement are not a matter you need to concern yourself with," she says, her voice clear and curt, not a waver to it. "It is an internal affair of the Qishan Wen sect, which I shouldn't have spoken of at all. I only sought to make you understand the urgency of the matter, and I would appreciate if we could now proceed with urgency..." The cold mask flickers. "...if you still wish to help.

Treason. The crime is treason for hiding and healing the only survivors of an enemy sect, and Wen Qing knows she can expect no compassion for such a crime. Treason is treason, no matter if it is driven by kindness.