Working the Angles in Great Zhou

In Jiangnan City stands a tower.

The Drunken Immortal Tower.

Three stories tall, it sells no fine wine.

What it sells is “settling problems.”

The tower's owner, Dongfang Shuo, was once the third-place graduate in the imperial examinations.

Jade at his side, pearls in his hands.

A glance can see through a person's heart; a gesture can resolve any trouble.

The Great Zhou is prosperous, and the four barbarian tribes have submitted.

Yet shadows are always lurking in the mist and rain.

A request from the county office, a favor for the martial world.

At the third watch, a letter arrives.

Cinnabar mingles with soul-bewitching incense.

The lights of the Drunken Immortal Tower flare to life.

Someone's trouble is about to be settled.

Some accounts are about to be cleared.