"I'm sure you've visited the prison, Yanyin," I said. "Can you tell me something about it?"
"Umm," she started rubbing her chin thoughtfully, "it's big, it has an entrance shaped like a dragon's mouth, it's dark, and it smells disgusting. I don't know anything more because they blindfold me when I enter."
Not much help, to be honest.
"I might be able to help with that," Longwei said, raising his hand.
"Wow," I drawled, "look who's decided to join in on the mission."
"The Vortex Bastille, my friends, was built from the brilliant mind of a single man named Wan Shun. And guess what? He resides right here in Greenleaf Crossing. I think 'hiding' would be the more accurate term. Maybe we can extract some information from him."
"Why would he 'hide' here?"
"I don't know, ask him. I just know his whereabouts."
With that, we began moving toward our next destination.
