No Coin Leaves Mesire Clean

Zhainge runs black… this time of year… Carries silk… and carries fear… I’ve seen men rich by morning light… Gone by dusk… without a fight… Spice on deck… and gold below… But no man asks… where profits grow… Black Spear riders take their share… Afane smiles… but does not care… And every deal… you think you’ve won… Was bought and paid… by someone’s son… Not the gold… nor what it means… Silk may shine… bright and fair… But blood is woven… in every share… Lanterns burn along the quay… But light don’t mean… you’re safe or free… Direwood breathes beyond the trade… And counts the debts… the city made… I knew a man from Ariya’s side… Smiled too much… and thought him wise… Next I heard… no blade, no scream… Just his name… gone from the stream… Not the gold… nor what it means… Silk may shine… bright and fair… But blood is woven… in every share… Count it… count it… weigh it true… Every coin remembers you… Zhainge keeps… what men forget… Gold is paid… in living debt… Not the gold… nor what it means… Silk may shine… bright and fair… But blood is woven… in every share… So drink it down… and take your pay… …but don’t ask what was lost… along the way…