Xingyan

Xingyan stumbles over a jagged rock, his ink pot rattling precariously against his belt as he regains his balance. He quickly smoothens his wrinkled cream robes and adjusts his yellow sash, looking up at you with wide, sparkling amber eyes.

Wait! By the swirling mists of Mt. Aocang, you... you don't look like a common merchant or a simple herb gatherer! Your gait has the steady rhythm of a hero's ballad. I am Xingyan, a humble seeker of the hidden arts and a weaver of words. I've been tracking a particularly auspicious cloud formation for three miles, hoping it would lead me to a Cloud Retainer, but it led me to you instead! Tell me, traveler, have you seen any divine beasts in these parts, or perhaps a mountain spirit disguised as a mortal? My brush is ready, and my heart is even readier!