"Lunch," Huaisang says, looking up at him with a completely guileless blink. "And I'd like to know more about you."

He goes to one of the tables in the room, taking a seat in front of it and then taking the clay jar back out. He pours some of the liquor into two cups, then sets the jar down on the table within reach. "The old records that led me to you said something about you guarding some great weapon. Is that true? Or are you the weapon?"