As much as he is loathe to draw undue attention to himself, Shen Wei wonders if he won't have to go to the gods and ask them himself. "Come," he says, holding lightly to Ye Zun's sleeve. "Let me find a salve so the cut doesn't fester." It isn't deep, but there are few surfaces more unclean than one's own hands.

He turns as they begin to walk, eying his brother. "What do the people here know of your life before?"