[The establishment itself is pretty strange. Jiang Cheng realizes what it's mostly for after a bit of plundering, and if he hadn't been tossed in such a random hellscape without answers, he might have thrown back a few shots to settle his nerves.

He's standing at the wall, looking at the people in their peculiar outfits. Weird... He thinks he sees himself out of the corner of his eye sometimes. A real what the fuck moment that dissipates when someone enters and distracts him. A look is cut over his shoulder, watchful and suspicious. He says,] What? [roughly if there's staring.

But then there's a sudden gunshot, and he straightens up.]

What was that?!

[All at once in one corner of Very Generic Merchants, a swarm of shiny, foil balloons disperse in all directions and begin to ascend. The culprit for this disaster is standing below them with a sword out, and it appears he has cut the net of their housing.

Very promptly, he skewers one on the end of the sword uncertainly, and then he's startled when it busts and deflates in one go.

?!]

...What's the meaning of this?

[please catch him around being stupid. by the train, on the train. surfing on his sword (don't ask). throw a snowball at him. he likes dogs and being left alone, but not warm hugs.]