Evening.
The lanterns were hung high in the theater, casting brilliant light throughout.
What was once a tidy and orderly theater had been occupied by the Eastern Barbarian invaders, with tables laden with wine and meat. The Eastern Barbarians were drinking and creating a ruckus, enshrouding the entire theater in a suffocating and murky atmosphere.
At that moment, the scholar who had stopped the Wandering Warrior was also holding a jug of wine, drunkenly writing and reciting poetry on the theater's white walls.
"Morning mist opens and closes along the sea; spring winds turn again to chill.
Faded cheer seeks shallow drinks; aging eyes defy the stream's thrill.
Distant markets beyond residential scope; wide sands accompany traveler's will.
Clearer skies await on the morrow's hope, as jade splashes on the warhorse's quill!"
