"More than came close!" Jacib exclaims with clear delight. "I followed him half way across the city, over the rooftops, and when we got up onto one- 60 or so feet off the ground- he decided he was done with running. But I said the bugger was fast- seemed like there were three of him, slashing and cutting with blades like claws. And then everything went hazy and... and he was gone."

He finishes unhappily, not only because of the disappointing end of the tale but because the cup in his hand is empty now.

"I still don't believe he was a ghost. A man, with... some sort of invention."

He pauses then, and frowns back at Wen Kexing. "Killing for killings sake is fine and well? Not a philosophy many will share."