It was that same familiar little tavern. Tang San made his way to the innermost corner, sat down, and waited quietly.0

Today, the tavern had no other patrons, likely because everyone was watching the Battle for the Throne. The barkeeper brought Tang San a mug of ale without saying a word, then retreated on his own.0

Before long, a vague, illusionary figure began to condense at the table opposite Tang San, as if mist had suddenly gathered and then taken on life.0

"How's it going?" Tang San asked calmly.0

"Smoothly. Separation has begun. Must be cautious, progress will be slow. Confident you can fool his senses? Otherwise it's pointless."0

Tang San nodded slightly. "I've paid you good money already, I wouldn't have done it if I wasn't confident. Just follow my plan. There's...0