"Wuxian Qiu," she says, using the arithmonym forced on immigrants. "I see you've found the number one attraction of Drearburh."

She dances closer, the chain whirling through the air and brushing over the ground as she moves.

Her face is painted, in the very basic paint reserved for the disgraced and invisible, black around her eyes and on her nose and cheeks, her parchment-pale face the bone.