Jin'li's ears twitched as he opened his black eyes and looked up at the ceiling. He was lying on a table, shirtless, long acupuncture needles sticking into his flesh and muscles as he spoke, his voice expressionless.
"This slave has spoken to our masters and was instructed to inform you that your request is to be granted, but for no more than four suns, at which time you are to return to Ul'dah. Is that acceptable for your needs?"
"This slave has spoken to our masters and was instructed to inform you that your request is to be granted, but for no more than four suns, at which time you are to return to Ul'dah. Is that acceptable for your needs?"
