Celes isn't sure how much longer she can keep this con running. Wu Jian is the biggest city in the West, but even an idiot eventually learns to stop putting their hand in a fire. Her last expedition to stir up rumors about hidden tournaments and secret treasure has only yielded a handful of drunk dockworkers so far- less than half a dinar between them, barely worth the effort. She lets her disciples, the small sect of martial artists she usurped this labyrinthine warehouse from, handle the toughs while she yawns in the corner.

Maybe she should take a trip out of the city, let the cauldron bubble a while until the memory of this trap dissolves away. See if she can't put her newfound powers to the test. There hasn't been much she felt like she actually needed them for, not since she ripped the head off that monk that wandered in. That was probably the hardest she's ever had to fight. (Pity Celes had to kill her. She was kind of cute. Maybe she'll go have some fun with that face and a mirror later...)

Anyway. She's been feeling- almost itchy. Too much energy, can't sit still. She wants more than this, this humdrum scam, the petty lies that run it. She wants something grand, some better base for a larger story. Travel... might be just the thing. Celes could even take a crack at that encoded map her disciples had, the one thing of anything like value they could offer.