The chanting in the western wing rouses Wen Qing's curiosity, since chanting rarely means anything good. None of the staff seem particularly fussed about the chanting, and when she inquires about it, the only response she gets is a shrug and, "They pay, that's all that matters."

The afternoon finds her carrying a tray into the western wing, although she makes a quick stop to rearrange the snacks on the tray into a more pleasing formation and brings some warm, herbal teas meant to help the throat along with her, figuring someone would need it.

There's a clear spot for the tray just inside the rooms, and she sets it there, then goes to find one of the guests to inform him of the snacks and offer the tea. Only a few of them seem to be chanting, sitting in a small circle and staring upward as they chant. The others are laying out items in a pattern, and she approaches one, studying the design she's laying out.