158 Parting, finding, hunting
Madam Min sat on a packing case down at the water's edge. On her lap, she had the lid balancing carefully on her knees. A broken inkstone was on the right hand side of this makeshift desk, whilst a pile of assorted papers sat infront of her. She was making lists of all of the items that were washing up around them. It was clear they had come from Chenxi itself, and had probably been taken from the merchants stores. She catalogued according to the presumed source; milliners, tailors, jewellery, hardware. Eventually, this would return to Chenxi and kick start the town once more, at least she hoped it would. Min feverently hoped the owners had abandoned their properties before they had been looted. If not they, were most likely dead. She shuddered at the thought. She had already catalogued bottles and flagons taken from her own cellars. Glasses, although broken, we're boxed up and kept. The glass could go back and be reblown, hopefully. Ornaments and associated para...