She has such a bad taste in her mouth from the subterfuge and deceit, because they're not entirely her style, but needs must. So Hermione buys her way into the caravan guided to Ke-Waicai by Sang-Hwoon, pretending to be a merchant building up her fortune from scratch after having escaped Taravast, and a firm believer in whatever utter bullshit the inhabitants of Ke-Waicai believe in.
It works, because she adds that she can also keep an eye out, and defend their chosen if there is trouble - though she does not mention how, for the sake of preserving her own skin. By pure dumb luck, she does not end up being one of the chosen ones for sacrifice.
But the travel is long.
At the back of the caravan, Hermione catches only echoes of the sermons that Sang-Hwoon is giving as they are lead, and grumbles under her breath: "If I hear about the sorrows of the flesh one more time."
open (multiple threads): on the way to cultville
It works, because she adds that she can also keep an eye out, and defend their chosen if there is trouble - though she does not mention how, for the sake of preserving her own skin. By pure dumb luck, she does not end up being one of the chosen ones for sacrifice.
But the travel is long.
At the back of the caravan, Hermione catches only echoes of the sermons that Sang-Hwoon is giving as they are lead, and grumbles under her breath: "If I hear about the sorrows of the flesh one more time."