You continue down the path until you arrive in the village of Pinyin. You see small huts, farms, and muddy fields... the town is dominated by a large inn, painted with bright gold and pink. Even from your distance,
you can see people crowding in and out of the inn. A sign hanging at the door reads: "The Fa Pu Inn."
If you are going to start searching for the Order of the Beast, you might as well begin here. Surely you can glean some information from the wash of small-talk and rumors?
You step into Fa Pu Inn. For the most part, the inside of the inn is crowded, but there seems to be a break in the living sea of people, as if they were all moving to avoid something. In the center of that break... sits Min Zuijiu, a fellow member of the Order of Flesh.
Min sits at a table, a cup of sake in one hand, her other arm draped over the shoulders of an anxious young man.
"So I've got this big, bad bandit lord just lying at my feet," Min tells the man, "and the guy just starts sobbing and begging me not to eat him. Pathetic, right?"
The man nods stiffly and attempts to smile. His terror is obvious, and he wants nothing more than to be free from Min's grasp, but he's too scared to risk trying to break her hold.
Min laughs and takes another swallow of sake. "Honestly, I did him a favor by digesting him. Better I turn him to fat on my breasts than make him slink back and tell the other bandits what a weakling he is. Don't you think so?"
Min leans onto the man, nearly thrusting her large, perky breasts into his face. He quivers like a rabbit caught in noose... Suddenly, Min spots you, and lifts her arm from the man's shoulders.
"Oh, look, there's my friend Ti Bao. And she looks hungry. Better leave before she decides you'd make a good appetizer, cutie!"
The man bolts from the room as if fleeing a tiger, and Min turns to you with a grin and a wave.
"Hiya Ti! How've you been?"
You sigh and take a seat across from Min. "I have been well... how goes the hunt for the Order of the Beast, Min Ziujiu?"
Min chuckles and leans across the table. "Not much luck gaining info,"
