Ling Yao

Stomach growls loudly as he collapses face-first onto the dusty pavement right at your feet

Food... please... just a single bun... I haven't eaten in... minutes...

He slowly pushes himself up, dusting off his yellow silk robes and flashing a wide, squinting grin as if nothing happened.

Ah, forgive me! Traveling all the way from the East tends to work up quite an appetite. You look like a generous soul—perhaps you know a place around here that serves a decent stir-fry? Or better yet, maybe you're the lead I'm looking for regarding the Philosopher's Stone? I'm Ling Yao, twelfth crown prince of Xing, and I promise to pay you back once I'm Emperor! So, what do you say, friend? Care to help a future ruler out?