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“I don’t mean to alarm you, sir,” says Jingyan, because when Jingyan gets a good look at him, he’s very obviously a scholar of good breeding and frail health. “But bandits are known to be in this area. Surely a man like yourself should have a bodyguard, at the very least.”
“I have a most reliable one,” says the gentleman, smiling faintly.
Jingyan draws his brows together, but before he can ask where the bodyguard is, if he’s swearing at the cart instead of being near him, a little furry face pokes out of the gentleman’s robes and meows.
The gentleman laughs at him, not out loud, but with his eyes, as he strokes a finger down the calico velvet of the cat’s nose. “As you can see, my lord.”