Location: Twin Leaf Sect - Disciplinary Hall, Sub-Basement Three (a.k.a. "The Room With One Chair and a Disapproving Aura")
Han Yu sat shackled to a stone chair. The shackles weren't actually locked—just very judgmental—but they clinked menacingly anytime he moved. Across from him sat Senior Servant Zhang, a man who once made a junior cry just by breathing too loud.
Elder Jiang or his disciple certainly wouldn't be the ones to deal with a small matter such as this so they had left it to this man.
Zhang leaned forward, resting his elbows on a table so polished it reflected all your guilt.
"You know why you're here," Zhang said.
"Because the sect finally realized I'm too powerful to be left unsupervised?" Han Yu offered.
"Because you stole an Inner Court disciple's sock," Zhang snapped. "A sacred piece of fabric woven with spiritual silk, embroidered with plum blossoms, and—this is in the report—'smelled faintly of superiority.'"
Han Yu blinked.
"…You could just say 'sock.'"
