I am told now that host gifts are not a common tradition in Vallo. I promised a poem, however, and I am not one to dishonor my own word. [Photograph of a poem painted on silk in exquisite calligraphy, which because of Vallo magic you can read despite it being in Mandarin]
The white blossoms of the fringe tree fall
Summer heat is too much for them
Caught in the soft grass, they sleep
Silent, not ungrateful[Filtered to Untamed crew]
I see the wisdom in ending my seclusion. I can't help but think that Grandmaster Lan would be disappointed in me, but he never imagined a place or time like this.