You're in a tent not far from the docks, a mid point between them and the bazaar. The tent is rather large, made of sturdy fiber, very colorful. You and Hong, her name is Hong she told you, are sitting on the many carpets laid down on the sand, although sand particles are stuck in it in places, it doesn't protect you from all of them.
Hong is casually picking at the sand between her left toes, her foot placed over her right knee. She hasn't made eye contact since admitting defeat. Now that you get a closer look at her, you realize she's in her thirties, age starting to creep along the corners of her eyes. Her arms are thin wiry muscle, for all her hair and wide pants, she's pretty slight. Maybe a couple heads taller than you. She moves with a warrior's grace, not that of a lady, but her posture is that of a supplicant. "Keela Zhu, what do you need that I can provide?" She is using a servant's tone.