Hm, hard to say. I never had money to spend, but in those days I didn't have to pay for anything. Uncle Jiang took care of everything—hey, hey, hey! Stop poking, that t-tickles!

[ It hurts more than it tickles, which is why the word is hard to say. He stills the wild movements of the sword and sends it on a smooth course to the palace. Presently, they arrive. The palace is situated near an enormous pier, bustling with activity. He hops off the sword, and waits for Sierra to do the same, before sheathing the sword at his waist. ]

Well? What do you think?