[Even docked, a ship is a ship and will rock with the waves it rests upon. Daqiang barely feels it anymore. Only when he meditates, really. Everything else is now as nearly ingrained in him as walking among the clouds was before coming to this world.
He stood at the door, arms crossed as Sherlock takes it in. The small life Mycroft had begun to build among them.]
His request was that should anything happen, everything that was his, would go to you.
[Mortals made plans for their deaths. Daqiang had not intended to allow any of his people to die. But being removed from this world, in the same way the rifts had brought them, was not a death. Not something Daqiang had prepared for. He was feeling... something uncomfortable... about it.]
You will find all his papers, his clothes, and his ring of returning... somewhere... This venerable one is uncertain of where it currently is. But likely in this room.
I have had something (Phantom Moon)
He stood at the door, arms crossed as Sherlock takes it in. The small life Mycroft had begun to build among them.]
His request was that should anything happen, everything that was his, would go to you.
[Mortals made plans for their deaths. Daqiang had not intended to allow any of his people to die. But being removed from this world, in the same way the rifts had brought them, was not a death. Not something Daqiang had prepared for. He was feeling... something uncomfortable... about it.]
You will find all his papers, his clothes, and his ring of returning... somewhere... This venerable one is uncertain of where it currently is. But likely in this room.