The voice coming over the sand drew Jiao's eye - she looked over the wagon again, which if she was being polite, was a massive hunk of junk. Still, it did indeed say R&R on the side...wrinkling up her nose a little at the trash within (wondering if she'd had some kind of prank played on her by being told to come here) she stepped around it closer to the man, who was wearing an uncomfortably little amount of clothing.
It was only when she stepped closer that she recognised him - patronising pen man! The guy that'd thought the Fae didn't know how to write! Her eyes widened and she stopped, considering for a moment saying something (maybe it's you, you condescending ink man) but eventually deciding against it. If he could help her with her current problem, maybe the past could be forgiven.
"So...I need something...a weapon. Can you help me with that?" Jiao asked, crossing her arms and looking down at Remi.
Jiao
And the bittersweet of every new defeat
Is I'm stronger than before
