To her ashamed confession the dragon murmured with interest. "Ah yes, that is standard fare for most undead. In order to maintain one's existence, energy is required. For a body that is no longer living to continue moving of its own accord that comes with 'borrowing' the essence needed from those who still possess it. For vampires, it is blood. For spirits, the very life energy of a person. And for lesser undead, the very flesh of the living." There was a pause as he observed the girl's reaction before moving on. "Perhaps said creatures were merely desperate to cling to what form of existence they had. Desperation has been known to drive many to do despicable things." There were many examples he could bring up, though that would be irrelevant. And now, onto the more serious matter. It was clear that she was in fact far, far older than she appeared. The circumstances of her reanimation were downright miraculous, if being returned to undeath could be spoken in that manner. The fact her body had resisted decomposition raised more questions that she could not answer. Her next claim was a bold one, believing with great conviction that the downfall of her clan and her current condition had the resident ruling body of alchemists to blame. The Shen Michi Yuren were shrouded in obscurity despite being so well-known, with little to no transparency on the inner workings of their rulership. What few facts that were known had been wrestled out at a great cost, and simply being privy to them put one in danger.
Heisei's eyes narrowed, claws tensed as they slowly went along his whiskers. "Swear that you will never repeat what you have said here to anyone outside these walls. Should you have the slightest slip of the tongue, the Shen Michi Yuren will see to it that you never see the light of day ever again. And should they discover your unusual 'condition', imprisonment will be the least of your concerns. In fact, they just might take an unhealthy interest in it." Having observed the less long-lived races, inhumane experimentation on live subjects were not so hard to imagine. Before the drastic shift to commercial profit and technological advancement, alchemists sought the elixir of immortality. If they discovered one of their greatest failures allowed one to return from the dead, who could say what would happen to the imprisoned and less fortunate?
The word of warning given, the dragon was quick to point out where his stance stood to Lixue. "However, I do not condemn the idea of righting wrongs. What is more important is the execution. Take what time you have to learn more about Karith. Ask, eavesdrop, familiarize yourself with the current state of affairs–with discretion. With your present level of knowledge on alchemy I can guarantee that you will not find a sponsor within the week and will be forced to leave. But do not despair; you can always return better prepared and with a reason they cannot deny. Being your learning in the other scholarly cities. Iria is known for placing great value on learning and there is an academic institution there. They accept all who are willing to partake in the pursuit of education, and that will be the ideal place to obtain a letter of recommendation. Use that as your golden ticket to regain access to Karith while concealing your true motive, and the rest will fall squarely on your shoulders from then on."
"And one final warning…be very careful in coming close to the Shen Michi Yuren. Those who join their ranks never leave and they are wholly devoted to guarding the city's divine 'secret' with their very lives." The girl was advised to tread lightly and avoid haste at all costs. With how impetuous her actions were at the start, allowing her emotions to get the better of her would lead to a swift second 'death'. Heisei then resumed his nonchalant manner and dismissively waved her off. "There, I believe I have answered all that you wish to know. Now run along, you can find lodging at the inns on this level of the city for a small sum of coin." Reaching below the counter he tossed a small silken pouch to her containing a few dozen gold and silver coins stamped with clouds. "These are from my own personal funds by the way. Not a word of this, unless you want to have your ears pierced by his thorny words twice."