Lighting the Fire

When the warrior mentioned the Silver Crest, Pochung could barely hide his annoyance. Few knew about the sacred artifact and even fewer knew that it had been created at the Great Kiln so many years ago, forged by the potters for the great Mushin himself. The head potter could not simply reveal the secrets of his guild to a complete stranger.

Yet, the warrior listened with patience, displaying a steady determination and an almost naïve innocence. Pochung sensed that there was more going on behind the stranger's innocent exterior. All people were like earthen vessels, carryign secrets within them. Perhaps Pochung could make use of this warrior. There was still much to be done in preparation for the Kiln Festival.