She had no idea what that meant.
Still on guard but no longer openly hostile, she tightened her grip on her sword. "Who are you? Why help me?"
He tilted his head slightly, then reached into his cloak and flicked out a small jade token. It bore the insignia of the Mist Eye Sect, though the details weren't shown clearly before he tucked it away again.
"Let's say I'm… an internal investigator," he said vaguely.
"You're with the sect?"
He gave no reply to that.
Then, turning his attention to the paralyzed red-eyed woman, he spoke again. "Do you carry any paralytic poisons? Something potent but not fatal."
Meng blinked at the strange request, then slowly nodded. "Yes… I have a vial. For emergencies."
"Good. Feed it to her."
She hesitated.
"Why?" she asked, still trying to gauge his motives.
He stood and turned his back to her. "Because I asked. And because right now, I'm the reason you're still breathing."
Meng's eyes narrowed, but she couldn't deny it.
