He’s only a mute. What kind of trouble could he possibly cause?
When the storm ends, a night of slaughter leaves good and evil hard to tell apart. Rain scatters flowers from the Jade Tower; the clear moon lays love and hatred to rest. Every brush with death carries a love story, every moment of passion leaves a lifetime of pain.
As they say, blades and swords may speak, but the chivalrous remain silent.
