It was certainly a unique lifestyle. Ha was used to the two extremes of living. Born into a life of excess, he had only to say he wanted something to have it. Money had never been an object, and the child, while not spoiled to the core, was certainly never forced to go without. Then when he killed his brother and fled, he’d gone into a life of true poverty for a while. There were occasionally people willing to help the estranged son of their king for various reasons, but for the most part he made his money the same way every poor man did. Off jobs and the occasional theft. Often he would attack the taxmen of his father’s kingdom and take from them what his father took from the people. It definitely seemed to help the local economy when he came into town spending freely.
But this was new entirely. To work for a decent wage but still be forced to supplement it in other manners. While he was not by any means used to his old life of wealth, he did enjoy his new life of middling means. The discount here certainly didn’t hurt. Typically it was reserved for the charcoal makers, but knowing what this place truly was seemed to have some odd benefits to go with it, like his own. He could afford to take his morning tea here, for one. Or do his after work relaxing. Watching the prisoners wasn’t so hard, but it could be stressful to resist the urge to put several of them down for how they behaved.
However, he had a purpose here. He could not lose sight of that. And so he did as he was told, and as he was capable. Several times his coworkers invited him out to drink, something he turned down. None of them knew a drink more refined than swill. He would not stoop to that level. But tea, tea was easy to get right and the workers here certainly knew how to do that. Several of the places he’d been to were little more than hot leaf juice. This one got it right.
Especially their white lotus.
Before him sat a board, the pieces already set to go. He was certainly not a grand master at this game, but he found it helped him to focus his thoughts and reign in errant daydreams. The hard part was finding someone to play, but that was easily remedied by playing against himself. As he sips at the tea, Ha begins to move the pieces on each side. Pawns to the front, knights to flank, the queen acting as the enforcer of his separate wills. Chess was not a one player game for many reasons, but even when one made it such it could be calming.
And he needed calm right now. The blood lust was rising, and he had to bat it down. These people hadn’t had their chance. He could not do less than give them such. Conversion would one day come. But for now, it was tea, and chess. And an empty chair across from him should someone decide to sit and either play against him or just try to talk. While he wasn’t the friendliest of people, he could carry his part of a conversation if need be.
But this was new entirely. To work for a decent wage but still be forced to supplement it in other manners. While he was not by any means used to his old life of wealth, he did enjoy his new life of middling means. The discount here certainly didn’t hurt. Typically it was reserved for the charcoal makers, but knowing what this place truly was seemed to have some odd benefits to go with it, like his own. He could afford to take his morning tea here, for one. Or do his after work relaxing. Watching the prisoners wasn’t so hard, but it could be stressful to resist the urge to put several of them down for how they behaved.
However, he had a purpose here. He could not lose sight of that. And so he did as he was told, and as he was capable. Several times his coworkers invited him out to drink, something he turned down. None of them knew a drink more refined than swill. He would not stoop to that level. But tea, tea was easy to get right and the workers here certainly knew how to do that. Several of the places he’d been to were little more than hot leaf juice. This one got it right.
Especially their white lotus.
Before him sat a board, the pieces already set to go. He was certainly not a grand master at this game, but he found it helped him to focus his thoughts and reign in errant daydreams. The hard part was finding someone to play, but that was easily remedied by playing against himself. As he sips at the tea, Ha begins to move the pieces on each side. Pawns to the front, knights to flank, the queen acting as the enforcer of his separate wills. Chess was not a one player game for many reasons, but even when one made it such it could be calming.
And he needed calm right now. The blood lust was rising, and he had to bat it down. These people hadn’t had their chance. He could not do less than give them such. Conversion would one day come. But for now, it was tea, and chess. And an empty chair across from him should someone decide to sit and either play against him or just try to talk. While he wasn’t the friendliest of people, he could carry his part of a conversation if need be.