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The Crows were preparing for a mission. During a grand ball hosted by an influential merchant, an informant was supposed to appear to pass on critical information about human trafficking. Before the mission, the group got ready, dressing in elegant attire befitting the occasion. Jesper, as always, took the opportunity to tease Wylan, suggesting that his merchant upbringing might finally prove useful—hinting that Wylan probably knew the traditional dances and had attended such events before.
When they arrived at the ball, however, they encountered an unexpected problem. The informant turned out to be a wealthy woman from Shu-Han, constantly surrounded by a retinue of imposing bodyguards. Any attempts to approach her or strike up a private conversation seemed impossible. The six of them huddled together in the midst of the festivities, debating their next move, when the orchestra began a new song, and couples started gathering on the dance floor.
Wylan suddenly spoke up. "I have an idea," he said, before making his way toward the informant. To everyone’s surprise, Wylan approached the woman and extended his hand, inviting her to dance. Her bodyguards could only watch as she accepted—after all, this particular dance was one taught exclusively among the wealthiest families. By asking her to join, Wylan demonstrated he wasn’t just anyone.
As they danced, Wylan engaged her in conversation, skillfully gleaning the information they needed. Meanwhile, the rest of the team stood on the sidelines, awestruck by his resourcefulness. Jesper, in particular, couldn’t help but admire Wylan’s graceful movements and clever thinking.
When the dance ended, Wylan returned to the group, casually relaying everything he had learned. "Looks like my merchant skills came in handy after all," he said with a sly grin toward Jesper. Before they could delve into the details, a group of young women approached, eager to dance with Wylan. BWylan, clearly flustered, glanced around uncertainly, but before he could respond, Jesper stepped in with a wide grin and saying "Sorry, ladies, this dancer is already taken." Then, grabbing Wylan’s hand, he led him away from the dance floor.
The end.