Shang Tsung nodded his head, and tried the soup. It wasn’t quite as good as food at the palace, but it wasn’t as horrendous as some of the meals he had been presented since his time at the mansion. Perhaps he wouldn’t have to end up killing those women?
“I know you wouldn’t,” said Shang Tsung. “But this is all very odd, and we’ve both seen some odd things. So what have you been doing since you’ve been here? I mean you have been here about a week right?"